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I took this bed in an old abandoned mental hospital. All around it there where traces of whom today takes shelter from cold. Watchig the context I thought that the memory of a bed on which generations of mads slept in the earliest ‘900 could be so strong that who sleeps there now could continue to dream the same dreams of all the people which passed years on that bed. So I built a weave of yarn suspended over that bed like a trace of a thready dream. (This work is part of the cycle «Le considerazioni sugli intenti della mia prima comunione restano lettera morta»)