“I fell asleep feeling like I just had a car crash against a mirage.
The next day, as I left my house for school, the bushes in the garden were trimmed by the gardeners, the folds of my pleated skirt were neatly ironed, the sun had risen over the hills in the East, the dedicated traffic lights stru
cture the roads, the little baby was fed, and the owner of the dessert house had set out the first freshly baked egg tarts in the early morning,
There was no sign of any abysmal agonies or perplexities left insight.”
Installation and Scenography
