I open my eyes to a strange blue light reflected on the ceiling. It is coming from a projection on the wall. This is a small room, I must be in a basement, I cannot find a window and the ceiling is quite low.

A balloon still life like video takes most of the height of the wall, in the corner of the room. A projector is sitting on the floor, near the wall, it's big and looks quite fancy. It is plugged into the wall and into a set of cheap looking speakers. The cables are visible, it feels like someone had a sleepover party in here.

Where am I? There is a small built-in sitting area at the bottom of the opposite wall, so I take a sit and start watching. It is rather uncomfortable for a home cinema. The balloons in the video are pastel coloured, on a soft pastel pink background. They move slowly and I want to watch them float quietly forever, forget about everything.

The calming sound of slow, regular breathing was appeasing. But now, creeping from the background, a high-pitched screeching sound fills the room, before turning into a long complaint, a scared hurt voice slowly fading in the distance. Suddenly, violent metallic noises echo loudly through the room. I watch the balloons, unperturbed in their peaceful fumbling, and yet I can’t escape this horrible, disturbing sound.

Racking my brain I exhaust myself trying to find the pattern, even a fleeting semblance of synchronicity between the things I see and this horrible sound I hear. Sometimes I get so tired that I close my eyes, and listen to the horrible noise. I eventually start finding it beautiful, like a familiar voice, carrying me into the darkness.