An elevator boy deals with his solitude by citing fragmentary textual variations from Maurice Blanchot’s The Writing of the Disaster, while images of barren desert landscapes and model communities flash and flow in parallel.

The project has its origins in Marfa, Texas, where, during a three week summer school programme, we were inevitably confronted with the apparent infinite, empty vastness of the Trans-Pecos desert, almost all of which being closed off as private property.

No One Speaks is part of a series of works, currently in development, orbiting the notion of ‘catastrophes of thought.’ A catastrophe of thought is that which turns thought back on itself and neuters it, all the while originating in thought. We speculate this as being raw imaginative power, provided that imagination evades power.

In No One Speaks we use images of the desert together with images of model communities to reveal a pseudo-dialectic, one that can only be the result of thinking, disconcerned with graduality, positing solely two alternatives – all or nothing. The main character, in citing from Blanchot, reveals a lack of meaning in the world, and suggests its abolition so as to be replaced with imaginary, missing things.