Behemoth

In the sunlight, crisp grasslands are about to be buried by mines. Facing the dust from rumbling mining machines, herders dwelling nearby have no choice but to keep their distance. In the moonlight, at the incandescent iron mine, a drill operator enduring his task struggles to overcome drowsiness. Meanwhile, at the coal mountain, a ghostly crowd hastens to sort coal from rock. An endless chain of trucks transports the coal and ore to factories, where another crew toils amid the heat of molten iron, like penitents in hell. In a hospital, for veteran miners who have inhaled coal dust for years, each day drags on forever even as death is already in sight. They seem to exist in a living purgatory, but no paradise awaits them on the other side…. Through these successive labors, we have destroyed a genuine paradise, while the material we create is carried off to construct a useless, fruitless counterfeit paradise.