The Conveyors

We all have our worlds. Together we have to build a new one. Conveyors are a drama about relationships. How are relationships consciously or unconsciously affected by us, our closest people or our senses liberated by forbidden drug? Conveyors are about trust, about happy-go-lucky student life, which seems to be like a row of smaller or bigger parties, like a chain of flickering lights behind the window of a night tram, like endless view of gleaming Prague, like screaming chorus right in front of stage, like cheeks aching from laughter. It only matters with whom you get stoned right now, before that, and after that. (excerpt)