Bizarre future documentary of Lenka Bliss

I am coming up with new documentary that will probably be never made elsewhere than in my mind. Nonetheless I feel like sharing the idea. 

The idea came to me now even though I’ve always wandered around the topic. I am tidying up my bedroom (surprisingly) other than quickly doing my laundry (so I can see the other bed under the pile of the clothes) and cleaning the carpet from the notebooks, bags, cables etc. 

Since I know now that in 200 days this place will no longer be filled with my soul, just memories that I will leave here I am throwing away things that once meant to me much but throughout years they lost its importance. I wish I could get rid of more useless things but I am sure the time will come. Once I am away, I don’t really feel like leaving some things here. I’d rather take them with me or throw them to never be found. 

And because I threw away some things to the bin today, the idea of bizarre documentary came to me. I’d like to shoot one day how much a person can learn about a complete stranger through their litter. I don’t mean groceries. It could be quite disgusting and not exciting at all. But how many personal things people throw away in their bins of bedrooms? Do you ever tear the paper of your bank account? Personal letter? Your address and name? I always do it. Wherever is my name when I throw it away I need to tear it to thousand pieces so that nobody could read it again. 

But I don’t do it with everything. What if somebody found my bin right now? He would find the script from my Prom when I performed some of our teachers; he would find posters of Johnny Depp which have been destroyed due to years of hanging on the wall; he would find the leaflet from theme park Drayton Manor in Bristol and therefore knew that I might have visited it; he would know what is my favorite chocolate and how much I have eaten of it through those several days; he would know what clothes I bought their price and the brand; which mineral water I had this week; which cosmetics I use; which antibiotics I used the last time; 

Kind of scary isn’t it? Have you ever wondered where it all ends up? If it is somehow recycled by somebody or if there is some weirdo who would be interested in this? Or whether it is thrown away into landfills and left till it rots and searched only by cheerleaders in public bins (Cheerleaders: named by my best friend: creatures that occur in Slovakia, mainly gypsies, who search what people throw away with interest to find some clothes or anything they can reuse; cheerleaders because they always have a long stick to search the contains of containers. :D btw. I have respect for them. At least it’s a way of recycling.) 

How bizarre it is? How much you’d be interested in such thing?

~ by Lenka Bliss on November 22, 2008.