Synopsis
This is a work about the stress incumbent on everyone who lives and works in the spaces in-between. It is about the every horror of drowning in carpal tunnels while information overloads the brain. It is about how this tension goes on alongside the soothing silk of post-modern décor, as if the architecture was meant to pre-empt all other human emotions. It begs the question, have we built our own sweet chrome lilac prison?
