Death In February
Lawrence, 37, has a dream beholding his date of death.
Unbelieving and totally reserved from the idea his own mind could know its
termination, he bears with ensuing time unearthing sharp fragments of meaning.
Middle age, London restauranteur life, the ins and outs of
acquaintances. Lawrence washes the day and hangs it to dry like a bachelors
laundry.
Beginning as a personal discourse on nine-to-five working culture, A Death In February brings forward an outdated man, an ode to forgotten wishes for oneself and the increasing demand for dependable meaning in a world seemingly lacking answers.
Lawrence, an archetypal man of his mid-thirties has grown far and near to foundational aspects of life since the pandemic, a fact which draws forth questions of his solemn mortality.