The Giant Bed with Wheels

After a long time, I go back to this town called San Miguel de Allende in Mexico. I remember walking up by one of its cobblestoned streets along with a local when I recognize a Mexican cantina, a place where I used to go regularly. I would like to sneak inside and I ask him to come with me.

In another fragment; I ignore where we come from, but I am with two people and a woman’s shoes. There are two simultaneous situations, extracts from my memory. I am conversing with the man when some black high heels appear. They are elegant shoes, but it is strange that while similar, each foot is a different model. It is a one-of- a-kind pair, and that is how they are being worn.

My conversation with him is going in a different direction when the shoes appear. I don’t pay much attention, assuming that

they are his wife’s and that is about her freedom; I would never butt in there. I am organizing an outing and would like us to share the responsibility. I want to make that clear.

I suddenly realize that the dream put us in a construction site. I see backhoe loaders moving earth in front of me, specifically to create a mound in the middle of a field, in other words a well- defined esplanade. The aim of the construction is to throw on more earth, intentionally put dirt on top of dirt.

At first, I try to figure out what it will be. I quickly arrive at the conclusion that it is an enormous bed. A gigantic cement sculpture. I notice influences of Italian Futurism in the folds of the sheets, in the style of Umberto Boccioni.

Look how original! I didn’t know it was an art centre. It is good that the bed has wheels, enabling the bed to be taken away and put back at will.

Personally, I think it is always good to

be able to empty out space every once in a while. That may be a notion of freedom. Better yet is to prevent getting saturated.

Someone appears who wants to put in a bare stretcher, with a text in the middle.

In order to preserve the minimal style, I make sure that it's put separate from the others, at medium distance so as to keep the space empty and available.

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