​​The Death of Cinderella

She simply wanted a home where she was loved

Fairy-tale Fragment One
Cinderella’s Birth

As her ear drums vibrated she started to hear.
As her retinas imaged she started to see.
Her early days were joyful
and without pain.

Gradually the time-sounds became fragments of her memory.
The space-images became fragments of her memory.
Time-sounds and space-images fused.
Cinderella existed.

She was real.
She was Cinderella.
Love had created her past.
Loneliness would create her future.

Fairy-tale Fragment Two

Button's Lament

In this silent space
I sit and wait
for you.

I hear your voice in every voice I hear.
I see your face in every face.
I long for you.

I know that you’ll never arrive.
What would I do if you did?
What could I say?

Fairy-tale Fragment Three
Prince Charming's Dream

Please join me
You are so beautiful

Speak to me.
Rescue me from my loneliness.
Allow me to become again the central character in my story.

Listen to me.
Let me share my memories.
Encourage me to relive the narrative of my self-importance.

Fairy-tale Fragment Four
The Sisters’ Instructions

Clean up the house and explore the different existential questions
regarding the future of humanity.

Examine postdigital anxieties and the social conditions
from which they arose.

Explore the state of current neurological research projects
in relation to our experiences of time and space.

Carry out an investigation into the latest marketing strategies
which influence peoples’ thinking and behavior.

List the different approaches used to motivate and trigger seismic shifts
relating to the collective imagination of the world.

Fairy-tale Fragment Five
Baron Hardup’s Lament

Her voice was ever soft
gentle and low, an excellent thing in woman.

I know when one is dead, and when one lives.
She's gone for ever.

Why should a dog, a horse, a rat, have life
and thou no breath at all?

Thou'lt come no more.
Never, never, never, never, never!

                                                                                                                Shakespeare - King Lear

I will never understand
why her slippers were made of glass.