I am a cuckoo clock set in the living room of a newly married couple. The man is a clerk who arrives home late at night, staggering when the bird inside greets him with its mechanical sound. The same bird wakes him up, and breaks him off from his sweet little dream, as the woman serves him breakfast to prepare him for the day. She and the bird are the only ones left in the tiny house until she drops asleep at midnight and can hear her husband's irregular steps. The bird warns her, but she goes back to dream. She cleans through all day, each piece of furniture and plate. But the windows, she always leaves them dirty. It's left with spots all over, with stains of dried-up rain and mud. So much so that they are piled up to form a brown layer that keeps her from seeing outside. Maybe this is for the best, she thinks, to not see what's going on. And recently the layer has become too thick to clean, no cleaning set she owns can pierce through it. She has to break it, the window, or else the stains will surround the whole house and she'll be entrapped here for all her life. She's a bird, not the kind made for a clock to be preserved in a living room, but the kind made to sing as she pleases. She doesn't acknowledge it yet, but someday she will have to set the bird free, she will have to set herself free.

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Edition: 1/1

Size: 3000*2000, 300dpi

Photographer: Haluk Safi