STYX

Along Metro Manila flows EDSA, the concrete river which ponctuates the life of all. No one escapes from its grip, EDSA regulates the time, devours the youth and accelerates downfalls. It is a hated river, the receptacle of all the pains and the kingdom of resignations. A modern Styx which transports every day a flow of miserables in the noise of engines.

Faces are gaunt, paralyzed of fatigue. Bodies are piled up in wire cages, saturated by the condensation of the exhausted breathings. The crowd walks against the current along the mechanical hell. It looks for its stop, it looks for its starting point.