Video loop showing a man (the author) lying with barely open eyes and mouth that opens and closes slowly (as if they were mumbling something) is projected on the bed. Still, there is no sound in the video. The only thing possible to hear is the radio song that repeats over and over again. It is the greatest disco hit of Gloria Gaynor ‘I will survive’ (...you know I'll stay alive...). The atmospere of complete isolation (inherent to the act of dying) is being additionaly enforced by disco melodies coming from the radio. On the other hand, lyrics and songs, usually treated as trivial, when placed in the terminal context, get a completely new, some would say, religious notion.

According to Buddhism, a personality is a unity of random elements held together merely by weak life forces. Their natural tendency is to return to the original multitude. It seems that the contemporary theory of games of chance and lottery function in much the same way: the number of combinations and permutations of characters in a name is measured by hundreds of thousands. The observer is responsible to bring in some sense to it all; their eyes instinctively skimming over (potent) amassing of characters and stopping at (seemingly) logical and readable combinations of characters. In another words, they do away with lines of possible sense, holding on to combinations that can readily be read from left to right.