The City is a world of noise. Traffic on continuous motorways, recycled music blaring from shop fronts and onto footpaths, construction banging and clanging out across streets to rebuild what has decayed; It is a city where residents must wear cancans to isolate themselves from the pain of constant aural attacks and have them replaced with soothing sensory stimulations.

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It is a city where identity no longer exists, where past and present are blurred, where time is forgotten. It is a city where residents are only known by the occupation that they exist in from one moment to another, and who cannot conceive of a past beyond their own concerns.

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Each individual walks the streets of the falling city streaming soothing sensory stimulations through the cancans strapped over their heads in an endless cycle of daily tasks. Knowledge of the past is lost, and there is only myth now – myth that increasingly sounds more like unbelievable fictions. But when one resident pedestrian's cancans break down and they are forced to deal with the noise battering their exposed ears, a search for answers leads to revelations and truths about the city they live in.

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The Falling City

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