Martina hesitatingly speaks out oneliners about herself. She is alone in the large space. Nobody answers her. Then from the dark a girl called Micha says: ‘I like this’. Martina found her first friend. After that, things grow easy for Martina. The number of followers accumulates and she gets cloud. They push the button, ‘like’, whatever and whenever Martina shares. Martina is popular; she has value kindly provided to her by her followers.
Juvenile absolutism is as old as youth itself. Teenagers judge themselves and their peers, like a forest the autumn – the more fallen leaves, the more autumn – the more friends, the more Me.
Nowadays you need at least some 200 friends to count.
Anastasia enters the room. She has a problem. Talks about the help she gets. She is gonna be a good girl. ‘Boring’, is the verdict. Anastasia, an energetic girl, is thriving for attention. ‘Boring? Let me show you!’ Anastasia starts to strip. In the meantime Martina hurts herself in public: ‘I’d like to share this with you’.
Five girls suffer from a disease called ‘emptiness’. Hollow phrases ‘like’ and ‘dislike’ deliver instant gratification, but offer no grounding. And you need more, more, more...
Who am I? if my identity is decided by the likes and number of barely known followers. How can I keep standing barely dressed on my high heels – trying to look sexy and to evoke admiration - against the dark purple background of contemporary economic crises, divorcing and self-absorbed parents and migration issues.
Dancing frantically, ‘sharing’ even more frantic. No direction, alone in a crowded world, complete chaos, sex, violence and eventually death. Emptiness is what they feel, and they don’t have a clue how to fill the hole.
‘I can ride a horse whilst juggling so marry me’ by Jan Martens. Seen at theatre de NWe Vorst, Tilburg
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