There are childhood memories of someone standing in my toilet looking down. There are billboards that say, “Welcome Home!” but have nothing written on them. The people are dreaming about themselves becoming wicked animals that speak nonsense. “Are we there yet?” they say. And yes, we are there, as this will all happen again tomorrow.
I present a glance at a world that fears itself, fears losing itself and the desires, which drive an individual to a humilifying experience. I wish to question the role and stability of the individual and objects (i.e. “object ness”) between notions of existence and self-preservation.