| In
a lonely tollbooth in the middle of nowhere a young, deformed girl with
sad eyes dreams of becoming a dancer. Enclosed in her cubicle she works
for hours on end until she’s able to leave it unnoticed late at
night. Returning home, with nothing but dancing and dreams of becoming
a great dancer in her head, she dances and dances. It’s the only
time of the day that she feels anything like happiness. But when the day
dawns, she has to return to work and hide herself in her booth, cut off
from the world, making out she’s a normal person, if anything of
the sort exists. Rachel Johnson tells us in her own words this tale of
loneliness and searching, of impossible or maybe possible dreams, but
nevertheless of the dreams that keep the world turning and turning, moving
the longer or shorter legs of all of the inhabitants on planet Earth. |
