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by Lulu Lin

A Letter to My Friend,

Every day amid COVID-19 seems so otherworldly, the new reality is with a hint of chaos and a surreal, intensified sense of alienation. The crisis has demanded collective changes in behaviour and placed significant psychological distress on individuals. These unprecedented times face each and every one of us with shared and unique experiences.

I started this short series in the beginning of the lockdown in Denmark and therefore the project was done during quarantine. The work should be seen as a post-pandemic or post-humanist practice. As we have always been projecting outside of us, when the pandemic threw us into ourselves and faced us with seclusion, we had the chance to come into contact with what's going on around us inside us, to re-examine the boundaries minds, and to anticipate the heterogeneity of consciousness.

In addition to challenging the existing viewpoints, I hope my work would inspire the pursuit of a new balance to the conflicted within the self and between the self and otherness, as well as to provide an outlook to imagine a brighter future. I wish you all the best.


3.2.1 What If Dreams are Virtual Conferences Where We Meet Our Parallel Selves?  

We knew parallel worlds exist long ago, but only in 2020 did we discover that dreams were the link to them. There are copies of us that inhabit separate worlds, they exist in their own complete realities, and these realities were known to be parallel to each other. The parallel selves each experience space and time at the same time as individuals and also collectively as one. That is because the copies are inherently similar, but as we are influenced by the information we are exposed to, new copies of us emerge when we consciously interact with the information. Before 2020, people have already linked dreams with memories, regrets, and future, suspecting that dreams may be memories of the future, may be precognitive, or may play a role in memory incorporation. In 2020, someone published a theory of dreams, in which dreams are seen as daily conferences to meet up with the parallel selves that were created during the day... ...

3.2.2 What If Mouth is the New Hair?

I was born disabled and that is why I learned to write using languages. How did humans evolve to communicate telepathically? I don’t know. I suspect that it was because of the discovery of new functions of dreams that led humans to practice their unconscious brains, and one after another. I learned that we humans used to have tails and hair. I don’t know who was the last person to have hair, but I read in the book that it was a long and gradual process. No one knows how to communicate in words anymore, maybe humans are close to becoming mouthless. Am I the only primitive one or if these are the signs of a degenerative evolution of human beings?

3.2.3 What If Dreams are No Longer a Private Realm? 

Some of us have become bugs living in the ruin of abyss. We’ve met so many plausible versions of our selves that many of us have lost our capability of imagination. We no longer celebrate our human pride for we reject laboring, reject working, and stop expressing ourselves through action and speech. Long have we lived without any language, long have we lived in quarantine and isolation. When did we stop searching ourselves in each other? When have our individualities drown in collective misery? Are we still human without miscommunication?


Size:12.5 X 30 cm

Page:23 pages

Printing:Sensations Print, Taipei, Taiwan



Edition od 300

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