The Twilight of the Society

“Mankind cannot stand too much reality”. T.S. Eliot wrote this in his Four Quartets. To face a reality like the outskirts of Ulaan Baatar, Mongolia, is not easy. Surrounded by green hills  and large prairies, where horses gallop  freely,  the only unquestionable masters  of this land, a small gorge, leading to the core of the Mongolian capital city is the theater of a horrifying scenario, degrading , for all mankind. Here, the lo west level of the consumption society fights everyday  for surviving. A pyramid of waste is the only source of living for this people: the reclamation of plastic materials, metal, glass, is the only possible source of revenue.  In a Mongolia sacked and robbed of its natural resources by the super powers China and Russia; in a Mongolia corrupted and stuck between the frenzy  for progress and the research for its identity, there are persons who are serving their sentence without any crime, who are paying the price of social inequality. To move away, to distance, to filter reality to change its look, to cover it, to make it up, to hide it, not to recognize it for what it is: a useless attempt to protect oneself, to preserve the feelings, the sensations that would be hurt and torn   in front of such a scenario. Thus, hidden behind an dirty and scratched glass, that transforms  and makes the live in front unreal, I approached a world that is the symbol of the twilight of any form of society. If a population allows that some persons are forced to ferret about in the waste and garbage,  the well ness we are aiming at is a mere illusion that does not elevate mankind but leads it to self-destruction. This work has the purpose to denounce and tell about what happens in this part of the Mongolian land, crushed between blind and careless consumerism and the mute and self-possessed  despair of these persons.

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