Faulpelz

About this Event

I see myself from above: I am lying on a sofa and wearing a lazybones. It is cozy, warm, and has beautiful patterns in blue, green, and white. I want to touch it with my hand, but the little mushroom heads escape me. I lie on the sofa and wait… wait until I become something. But I can’t open the window because the mold needs a certain level of humidity to grow. And so I lie there and wait until I become something—maybe penicillin, salami, or camembert.