The images wobble in the darkened room like in a feverish dream. The sound spreads through the exhibition space from scattered, modified white noise machines. a digital voice sporadically breaks through the lullaby.

The video plays on screens off modified alarmclocks in an endless loop.

The room is lit only by a series of 3d printed nightlight sculptures and remains in an ambivalent twilight situation. The voice, my voice digitised and disattached from my body, reads out autonomously new forum entries, announcements or open call advertisements.

“I (18F) have always loved the name Weston and wanted to name my future son that name for a long time. I found out in August that I was unexpectedly pregnant.[...] Am i the Asshole for naming my baby Weston, the name I’ve always loved?”*
*https://www.reddit.com/r/AmItheAsshole

In cartoons, tiredness is overcome by sticking a pair of matches between your eyelids to stop them closing.
Frustrated that sleep was getting in the way of my evening of televised entertainment, as a kid I tried it out but only came away with irritated eyes.