“I want to write about this sad year as if it had been the most beautiful time of my life.”
Musicians no longer perform, albums are postponed, galleries, movie theaters and museums are closed, people are thrown back on their own four walls and themselves. Dirk von Lowtzow inspects an art and culture scene ground to a halt, life without an audience. He escapes to the countryside, roams over meadows, follows chance and finds truths. He maps desires, fights demons and seeks solace in art, literature and films. While his outside world is reduced to a few places, veritable phantasmagorias play out between the nooks and crannies of von Lowtzow’s apartment. What seems to be a diary transforms into literature that is as cheerful as it is melancholy, as precise as it is poetic. Dirk von Lowtzow takes us into a world that is also ours – and yet isn’t.
