As soon as the image of a ladder appears in the head, the action that we imagine most of the time is to climb. However, what should be noticed is that not only does the length of the scale differ, but the horizon of the foot also differs.
This kind of work recalls in a lucid way what happens in the popular environment, where the rhythm of life is impregnated with pain and anguish. We show the social inequality and the aspirations of modest people, which suddenly moves those who look at it, but nothing will change forever. It is in daily life that the social hierarchy is justified. Destiny is even predestined; everything depends on the original class. A scale really exists. We are given hope as we try to climb the ladder of change, to win, to reinvent ourselves.
Too quickly, we are called back to a reality that is both cruel and cold. We float, and we are controlled by the movement of the outer waves, which we cannot avoid. We learn to adapt, to justify ourselves, to consider ourselves to have a free choice in the face of a monstrous society fiercely opening its mouth. We pretend to hate everything; the party, the new clothes, the chic apartment; it's not because we really hate them, but rather we admire them from the bottom of our hearts, but we are too weak to acquire them, and it is by denying their beauty or even their novelty that we can agree with the legitimacy of our existence.
Ladders are everywhere. It's a fake ad.
View more about Sorry We Missed You reviews
