The Secret Life of External Air-Conditioning Units

The Secret Life of External Units is a collaboration between photographer Máté Bartha, and Zsófi Rumi, and Árpád Szigeti from the Hungarian publishing house Hurrikan Press. In this project we're impersonating someone who's been blessed with the esoteric knowledge delivered by these ancient and wise, yet hugely misunderstood creatures: external air-conditioning units. But what do they have for us to tell? Does the one sitting in a dark alley feel alone and neglected? Do they find joy in the moonlight, or a summer breeze? The zine combines text, photography, drawing and 4-colour risography, and aims to deliver all there is to know in the most practical form, and not without humor (irony?) inspired by hermetic manuscripts of the renaissance. The project was originally commissioned by and published by HAPAX Magazine in their 2024 spring issue. "Circling around the city, trying to catch up with all the tasks I’ve set myself, I sometimes get a feeling that none of those actually make sense. In fact, I can’t even think of anything that does, or anything I would care about. An important deadline, or an exciting event: not only do i fail to focus on these, i simply have no interest in them. It’s not despair, but a gentle melancholy, if I don’t want to call it sadness. I snap out of it and I look around me. The late afternoon sunlight casts a lingering shadow on every nook and cranny, every balcony. The withered street trees bend their branches in silence. Everything is quiet and utterly indifferent. A smile crosses my face as I see that up above, a white metal box gleams, a shape that is all too familiar to me. A dark circle sitting in the middle of a square: the all-seeing, but never judging, single eye of an external unit. On the top floor of its sheltering facade, it is set to watch the scorching sunset for the hundredth time, unblinking. And all around it’s family: some sitting proudly on the rooftop, or under the safety of the eaves, and those waiting on the opposite wall to watch the same Sun rise. And they are witness to the movement of clouds, birds, the changing seasons, and the birth and death of people who crowd the streets beneath, and who, for their own convenience, have created this clan of mechanical cyclopses, humming gently from a million iron throats. Since childhood I have felt an empathy for objects. I felt pity and love for a broken cup or a disfigured eraser destined to be thrown away. What I have always found most heartbreaking is when a once useful object wasn’t required anymore, was no longer interesting or cared for. I have kept this special relationship with objects, listening to what they have to say. My story with air-conditioning units started when one decided to nest on the wall of my apartment. It was my first. From that moment on, I couldn’t help but notice them, and came to see these seemingly grey, uniform boxes as the wise entities they always were. Do they enjoy company? Does the one sitting alone in a dark industrial alley feel neglected? Do they find joy in the moonlight, or a summer breeze? I have slowly acquired a secret knowledge, that is mine alone."