EVERYTHING MELTS IN THE ROOM.
SWIMMING WITH CLOUDS, I ATE THE FLOWERS.
ALL THE WALLS MELT, TIME SLIPS AWAY.
FEET STICK TO THE HOT FLOOR, I MELT IN IT.
EVERYTHING AND NOTHING CHANGES SO QUICKLY.
A TORNADO IN MY HOUSE.
I PLAY IN THE ROOM.
AN ABSURD ROOM WITHOUT FOCUS, PERSPECTIVE.
MOVEMENT, STILLNESS, FOG, AND CHAOS.
A GAME AGAINST CHAOS, FOR PEACE.
I DIDN’T CHOOSE MY ROOM.
HOW COULD I KNOW WHAT!?
I BOTH REALLY DISLIKE AND LIKE IT.
I WAKE UP IN IT EVERY DAY, BUT NEVER KNOW WHAT IT WILL LOOK LIKE TODAY.
WILL IT LOOK GOOD?! WILL VISITORS LIKE IT?
I DON'T GIVE A FUCK IF THEY LIKE.
SUCH A COMPLICATED ROOM, IT NEEDS TO BE REARRANGED ALL THE TIME.
IT MUST NOT BE DIRTY OR UGLY.
NO ONE WOULD DARE STEP INTO IT.
I MUST PUT UP NEW CURTAINS EVERY DAY AND SHOULD BE POURED WITH FRESH WATER.
ALL CANDLES MUST BE BURNED, OF COURSE, AGAINST EVIL SPIRITS.
HOW FUNNY THOSE RITUALS IN MY ROOM.
HOW BEAUTIFULLY DECORATED IS MY ROOM WITH THE BIPOLAR DRAMA.