By night the road unravels and we return. To endless identical living rooms. Sleeping pills, electric toothbrushes. In holding pens for surplus poplulations. Outside the trees are scratching the air like terrified dancers. I want that edge, I need to be special, I deserve to be happy, I have a tattoo. The neighbour’s daughter has committed suicide. It’s so difficult these days to find a parking space. Things will get better when I choose success. I’m afraid I’m not here at the moment but please leave a message. The grand, devouring carnival has passed us by.

Film: Svend Thomsen/TVF
Performance: Sebastian Bradt and Helen White
Text and concept: Helen White