Brother’s narrative ideal space
Imagine, if you can, a HDB house, tunnel in shape, like the tornado. It is lighted by the window, working along side with the heavenly clock. There are no insulated walls, yet the room is silent. There are no speakers, and yet, at the moment that the joints move, this room is resounding with melodious sounds. An armchair is in the center, by its side a headphone device, that is all the furniture. And in the armchair, there sits a medium build man, about 6 feet high. It is to him that this device connects him to the world outside.