a: i need that mattress by this weekend. you will bring it for sure?

mother: oh, you don’t need a mattress, i thought you were making a window.

a: i am making a window …

mother: well, if you’re just using the bed as a symbol, get some blankets and pillows and put them in a pile and that will be enough …

a: what?! i can’t do that. that would ruin the entire concept, the whole metaphor, the whole integrity of the piece would be destroyed. will you help me or not?

mother: oh, why do you need a mattress? mother, mother, annika wants a mattress to make an art piece … (mutual laughter in the background)

i promptly hung up on her, split-second furious. it made no sense to me to explain further. i have to have the coils to a mattress and i have to tear apart a real mattress to get those. i have to build the hole; i have to build the structure around the hole. that’s the point. that’s the window, that’s the breach, the metaphor worm hole … without this it is only a mattress … without this it is only a hole in a mattress.

i must be crazy

*sigh* there is a void where context ceases to be admitted …