The intention was always to let the strangeness exist quietly at the edges of the frame and to treat it as normal. An exploding farmer, someone in a Pop Pod, an overstressed man beside a car, it all happens casually, bang, boom, and life goes on...

That’ s probably my cynicism toward contemporary society; a society that clearly can’t get itself in order and tries to shrug it off. We deal with unpleasant realities pragmatically, even bureaucratically. We say we’re doing our best, but we know we could do better. The “No Exploding” signs are a perfect example, they don’t prohibit the act, they simply redirect it. Go explode somewhere else that is appropriate. Leave your mess where it can be neatly cleaned up.