Lana Mesić’s Towers is a collection of illusions about a specific human delusion. Namely, that failure is a bad, bad thing. There is no space to fail in this day and age. The unproductive human is an undesirable human. The loser, the antihero has lost his battle.
“Towers” is no more than that. It is claiming the right to waste spend time on a useless obsession. It will not cure cancer and it will not feed the world. It will not even stand the test of time. The towers will collapse and all that Mesić has left to show for them is a record that once, for a brief period they stood tall like totem poles, a time spent refusing to chase the proverbial hamster wheel.