Nothing else, but a calm morning in the city of Dewon. Ambulance sirens, honking cars -while someone might be dying, others are just dying to get to work. It’s been months since the last time she set an alarm for herself. She just couldn’t live up to her own expectations. But God knows how she’s going to wake up this morning. Her room is always somewhat messy. Whether it’s spoiled food or pink glitter on the floor, really it on depends on her current “project”. Last week she decided to do a documentary on the cockroaches’ lives in the next-door junkie’s apartment. He didn’t get the fuss, but it doesn’t really matter. A few days ago, she started handing out leaflets with philosophic quotes on them. Yesterday she tried to finally learn doing handstands, which ended in a dramatic failure when she kicked up one of her drying canvases and she had to mop up her whole studio. The moment her eyelids separate, she jumps out bed and looks around in a melancholic way. ‘For ...