This video focuses on the collective in order to get to the individual, and reflects on the permanence or absence of an individual in a given place.

The title initially implies a subjective narrative in the video that is denied in every shot and in the end is never given. We can perfectly imagine that the viewer would forget the “man” referred to in the title while watching the succession of long shots.

Subsequently, we see images of everyday life in peripheral suburban space, with its congested highways, the non-stop daily traffic, alienating housing blocks, soulless, shut up balconies, repetitive suburban patches of green and endless uniform streetlights. In these images, people are either absent or reduced to a lesser scale in the city system. Throughout the video, the soundtrack is standardized down to a continuous noise produced by the traffic.

The video resorts to contemplative language in order to trigger a reflection on the denial of the individual by the collective, the exception by the system, the emotional by the rational, the primitive by the civilized, the transient by the permanent.

The day a man died nothing really changed, everything went on unaltered and unalterable.