Doesn’t matter, in Łódź, we are accustomed to massive narrative fantasies and their carefree display. We have tamed them, reacquainted ourselves with them in the 21st century. The city has its rhythm, no longer the old one of three shifts, but still in the old pace: “to the bitter end”, “at a rate”. Łódź flows, Łódź does not sink.
Łódź tries to navigate between sometimes fiercely turbulent billows. Łódź is not cinematic; anyone who has been here even once knows how very non-cinematic it is.
Łódź is normal, it only wants to reach its destination. As simply as possible, without cinematic plot twists.
Will it be left once again with an imaginative structure made of sticks, strips, and ribbons instead of a solid oar in hand?
We’ll see, Łódź is a credulous, trusting city, fixated on projection – better not to check how it behaves when someone suddenly starts to submerge it deeply.