The Raft of Me

 

 

 

 

Towards Happiness              I Used to Be a Thief               Hidden Filantropist               On Becoming a Hologram                 Do Not Be Picky               THE RAFT OF ME

A travel in time and archive. Cut of nails from Emils fingers and toes collected for 2 years. Displayed, discussed and investigated. Can he remember the date of every single of them? No answer to that, but the memory of a story of a fantasy character killing and collecting toes. Then a door appears in the corner of the room. We have never seen it before. We lit our torches and enter the big black waste room. A machine to measure time activates by the torches. We lie down beneath the continuously calming roll of plexiglass. Listen to the song. Then total darkness.

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