Living and dying under surveillance: Xu Bing's Dragonfly Eyes

 A person walks alone through the night in a city street. Without warning they teeter sideways, slipping noiselessly into a body of water. There is neither slow close-up, nor the dramatic fight against death Hollywood Cinema has led me to expect. The water soon closes over and settles. The pause that follows the quieting scene gives way to the horror of realising that I have just watched someone die.

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