I had a dream, it could be a beginning.
I’m a woman in a yellow room of an hospital or asylum. I’m locked with two other women with no importance.
A visitor comes, a woman too, who brings me a couple devices : strange spectacles with a blocked (but removable) eye, a blazing metallic spiral. I’m very interested in those.
These are things she brought me to “make me think”. As if I was desperately hungry of “things to think about”.
She was also talking to me in a mysterious and smiling way, giving me ideas to munch, as gifts.
Then I had the sight of a row of notebooks, on a shelf.
In a way, thanks to this friend from the outside world, I get ideas, I munch’em, and transform them into words.
What do we do with this? A strategy to escape the asylum? Or like in Silence of the Lambs, does the friend use me to investigate on complex things? What happens when one day she doesn’t come anymore? What are these devices? Who were these persons before the locking up?
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