Taxi... an Uncertain Conversation (2021)

Many memories. Many pasts. Like The Joker once said: '...if I have a past, I would like it to be multiple choice.' Interesting, no? - whatever he meant by that. In the beginning of the year 2020, reality, as we know it, changed. Changed color, changed shape. Fluid, mobile, soft around the edges, losing definition, unfocused; no longer that sharp, stable, unidirectional little thing that we could rely on. And memory, that eternal shape shifter, did her own number. Taxi is a story that happened some time in the pre pandemic world. In the dying days of a lost time. When the world had a bizarre quality of certainty to it. When we traveled - every day - chasing inconsequential dreams, fulfilling meaningless habits; fighting, living, adding to the carbon footprint; loving, hating, making new friends and raising a toast to absent ones. Maybe the taxi-driver dreamed of the passenger. Or, maybe it was the other way round. Maybe she was never there, maybe he is one of the millions who travel every day, looking for that elusive moment of razor-sharp clarity, when the chance conversation with a stranger offers a semblance of reason and certainty in an unsure world. We were all a bit crazy, no, before the pandemic hit us, and made us truly question our firm notion of immortality?