Fool's gold

Sweetheart, why does a person always wake up after falling asleep?

Sweetheart, why can’t we remember our dreams after waking up?

Sweetheart, what’s inside a black hole?

Sweetheart, do you feel pain in your dreams?

Sweetheart, can you truly understand me just through my words?

Sweetheart, what’s the difference between falling asleep and dying?

Sweetheart, does pain make you feel more awake?

Sweetheart, that moment when you look at something but can’t tell what it is.

Sweetheart, can something lifeless have consciousness?

Sweetheart, what is both false and real at the same time?

 

Sweetheart, that moment when you’re sure you’re truly alive.

Sweetheart, that moment when shock makes you forget who you are, just for a while.

Sweetheart, that moment when you’re walking, sitting, or lying down—and your mind suddenly goes blank.

Sweetheart, the process of searching for something—but not yet finding it.

Sweetheart, that moment when you’re full of energy but everything feels like a dream.

 

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Sweetheart, is the pain I feel the same pain you feel?
Sweetheart, is the you in the mirror really you?
Sweetheart, am I a black hole to you?

Sweetheart, what comes after death?

Sweetheart, can I truly understand you just by looking at your surface?

 

Sweetheart, is your subconscious inside you, or outside of you?

Sweetheart, when was the moment you felt truly awake?

Sweetheart, when does your mind become truly quiet?
Sweetheart, am I false, or am I real?
Sweetheart, does every single thing contain both day and night?

Sweetheart, that moment when you’re not sure if you’re still dreaming.
Sweetheart, that moment when you stare into a mirror and drift off into thought.
Sweetheart, that moment right before you fall asleep.

Sweetheart, that moment when you’re exhausted but fully awake.

Sweetheart, that moment when you overturn your own judgment.

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above is the material from performance fool's gold, written by mica pan 

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In this work, I want to share a fragment of thought that has accompanied me for a long time: the idea of “impenetrable subjectivity.”We are all human, yet is my feeling the same as yours? It is impossible to say it is completely identical, yet also impossible to say it is entirely different.

 

This impenetrable subjectivity feels like something one cannot cross, just as we cannot cross death, or enter a black hole.

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In the second part of the work, I construct a mirrored structure. Audiences are guided into the hall way in pairs to sit face-to-face, sharing a brief three-minute encounter.

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