A boy. Left alone, mad as Hell. The girl. Hanging out. Experimenting with polygamy. Having fun. The confrontation in a late night discotheque. Fists. Tension. No escape. No idea of future. Dreams and visions of counterworlds, social fantasies pop up like broken balloons. The boy, another boy, the girl end up on the floor of the public pissoir. Hate leads into an embrace. A wild ride into the sun exchanges the coupling cage of monocultural mainstream. A combination of musicvideo (for Austrian Electro-Pop-Stars BUNNY LAKE), documentary.
—Paul Poet