A bunker refuses to disappear into oblivion. Its echoes reach Pamplona, the residual, predictable and automated world of Cosme, where one of his employees panics and flees, burning his wheels, as if pursued by a beast (something that appears to repeat itself every so often). A wasteful god invites us to dance, his slogan shines on the screen and seduces us, enticing us to go wi... (展開全部)
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