Minimal Humanity tries to locate and map our human essence at its most sublime, as well as every-day experiences –very similar both sets–. The minimalism of existence (reduction to the essential) is condensed all around and there we see the expressive, intense, boring or wild, that is, true, amalgam of our most feasible, therefore, necessary, humanity.
We are not so different one from another, and it is that resemblance where we find the rich, plausible, and intact diversity which defines each of us towards what we actually are at the core of our being, whether insignificant, or not. Life is not a few days, but thousands, average; what we choose to do during these indefinite hours depends on our virtue, our passion, our wrath, or the melancholy of a wasted time for all and without anyone. No one.
Cities use to have bridges we may cross, or not; dawns are quite similar at both sides of the window. The destruction of art, is art too. We may choose. It is done.