When the tiny electric shocks of neuropathy separate living beings from each other like electric fences, and our seemingly endless resources are running out, we fear that we will use them all up forever.
As the acoustics of anxiety amplify compassion in the echoing waiting rooms of bodies riddled with trauma, anger also grows. Yet it is mostly the forced communication of success that ensures that all our efforts to improve our quality of life are a fiasco.
Through the complex language of art, the Ministry of Emotional Resources humorously offers solutions for relieving the anxiety that weighs on individuals, while critically addressing the dysfunctional operation of our social institutional system.
The institution, located at Margit krt 25/A, offers an interactive opportunity to experience the nature of ministry administration. Visitors can also glimpse circumstances that would otherwise remain hidden from the public, as well as the dilemmas of decision-making.
At what threshold do the personal motives behind our everyday decisions and subjective traumas become social phenomena? When does alienation become a field of research for historians rather than a post-apocalyptic prediction?
The historical landscapes of loneliness will feature cities built by human hands.