These helmets symbolizes a protective mechanism. What happens when your protection fails, when the weakness shines through. What strategies do people employ to deal with their existence? The helmets are filled with things we use as crutches in our lives, like pharmaceuticals, food and sex. I was inspired to dig deeper in the means people use to cope in everyday life and what they do to fell good. Are we capable of just existing or do we always need something to hold on to. Someting that gives us a greater meaning?