THE CLOUD
I cut, fix, and paste,
glue everything together.
Repair it with ease,
my glue is always ready!
There is nothing I cannot make,
I can handle the whole world.
No one can crack me,
you have to stand strong in your shoes.
Suddenly you come into my path,
shake everything up.
The little lid I didn't have yet
But does it fit there…
In PLAK, The CLOUD glues its own little world together. A fascinating little woman takes you into her sticky ‘everything-can-be-glued-existence’. Broken doesn't exist and broken can be glued again. But that turns out not to be so simple with sticky sweaty hands, a stomach full of butterflies, and a head that is about to explode…