The Nameless

“The Nameless” (2017/2018) When they arrive they do it at night, mute and protected from darkness faded by unreal and alienating electric lights. They are the protagonists of our restless dreams. They run through an unexpressed, unresolved, hidden city, because the city streets, at night, pulsate with secret, unsuspecting lives. Women, men, children dominate a suburb that oscillates between dream and reality, in that portion that palpitates in technicolor before dawn, before the eyes get used to the rhythm of production and the socially acceptable. They emerge from the darkness, and wander in that middle ground, in the line between sleep and wake, they interpose themselves between reality and the certainties that become a nightmare. They play in a refined stage illuminated by electric lights of disturbing fluorescence, full of ambiguous signs of the double. And we are fatally attracted to the point of not being able to resist the need to follow them.