For four years, I worked as a crew member on luxury cruise ships, traveling to the far corners of the world, all the way to Antarctica. Along with the others, I played out this theatrical life, fascinated to the point of nausea. Ever since, I’ve been wondering what we’re doing with this territory at the South Pole—what we’re doing with the world.

In an age saturated with images, artificiality, and doubt, the Antarctic territory becomes a laboratory of reality and a mental space. Beyond a Manichean duality between preserved natural space and catastrophe, it introduces a sense of strangeness that blurs the lines between science, myth, observation, and hallucination, becoming a mirror in which humanity confronts its responsibility and the prospect of its possible extinction.

Beneath the ice lies the world’s exhaustion.