Cineastas presented two worlds implying a third, that third one composed of a romanticized version of humanity and self-reflection (or self-absorption, depending on your mood).

My mood was kind of nostalgic and sappy and sure, self-absorbed, so I clung to a few moments as if they represented some type of sexy truth about my life that no one else knew.

Particularly relevant was a deeply-buried memory of how my first job ever was working at a McDonalds. The reason this memory came up will be pretty damn obvious about 30 minutes into the show.

What are the moments we wished we had lived -but we didn’t?
What are the songs that should have accompanied those unlived moments? 
How can we categorize the lives we could have had but we didn’t?

Observers at a train station. An encyclopedia of wishes. Six neighbors in an apartment building. Theater and death. James Joyce.
Pensotti's work encapsulates all this and more. 

Straight.com talks with Mariano Pensotti about the creation of Cineastas:

Anatola Santana breaks down preconceptions about Latin American theater and Mariano Pensotti's singular vision: