Bacchus' Bakkheia is a psychological/existential narrative that deals with a number of modern-day issues such as the estrangement that one experiences when confronted with the impersonal vastness of large cities, the lack of cohesion in the chaotic and sometimes asthmatic lifestyle that's been deified by the music and film industries and ultimately, the psychological impact of isolation and loneliness. But the question remains, are we truly capable of being alone? Are we truly capable of ripping apart the need, encoded in our DNA, to communicate with others? And should that come to pass, could we get out of it unscathed?
Bacchus' Bakkheia is the "travelogue" of a thinker-turned-cynist, of a young man who so desperately did he ache for some trivial understanding of the world around him, that he seceded himself in order to reach the core of his existence, only to realise that he became the reverberation of what he could have been.
It's not a happy story and it's not a sad one either. It's just a story that like life, has ups and downs, and lots of awkwardness and lack of meaning, because things happen and sometimes there's a reason and some other times, there's none, and no explanation will ever come, or it will come only when it no longer matters.
And so we make do with what we have and we wait, aching for something that'll change us and help us make sense of the world, of life and of our own lost selves, till the sun rises once again and we have to repeat the process...