Life is a Dream
The heavens were right to take away my freedom.
If I was free I’d pulverise this mountain
and use the rubble to build a staircase of stone.
I’d climb to the heavens and violate them.
I’d shatter the stars.
Twenty-one years ago, after receiving a dire astrological prediction, the king imprisoned his son in a mountain cave. Now, facing a crisis of succession, the king releases his son and orders the court to convince the young man that his incarceration was all a dream. With this radical treatment of a classic text, the audience are given an intensely voyeuristic experience of brute survival, the fragile interconnection between siblings, the deepest need for mothering and the dark struggle for love and power.
“What does the fly understand of the window pane it bumps against ‘til it reaches the point of exhaustion? Nothing in nature offers any such obstacle to its natural instincts as this: a transparent one. We know no more of the transparent void which separates us from others than the fly knows of the insuperable object of that glass surface.”
Baudrillard, Cool Memories IV