This image is based on a play by the Israeli playwright Nissim Aloni.
A young bride runs away from her wedding ceremony to a park where she meets a man who takes every Wednesday afternoon off work to come there and hunt butterflies. The play consists of their dialogs and monologues.
It wasnt the storyline or the details of their conversations that affected me so much. It was the situation, the futility of it all and the melancholy air – neither of them felt they belong where they came from, but they also did not belong where they came to. Although they had much in common, they didnt ‘find’ each other or even help each other. Just two lost people in the middle of nowhere relevant and nowhere significant to go…
In the play here where no robots, it wasnt in a desolate place, and there were no flying fish, but this is my take on the situation and the feelings.