Cthulhu has no idea what dream you should have today

I have always defined myself as an awake dreamer. I  don't care about politics or national events, I just lock  myself up and dream. For me, the inability to dream  is far more terrible than menopause, as it is the end  of spiritual ovulation. In the three narrative works  exhibited in this exhibition, not only the same face is  used, but the same protagonist, which is loneliness.  Like real life has no ending, these stories are nonstop cycles. "The end" is just a formal mean of high  art. But my works are not high art. They are just  dreams’ paraphrases about whether dream itself has  meaning. What you care about is nothing but "what  happens next".

Then we let the machine dream for us, or we make  dream reality, then Cthulhu has no idea what dream  you should have today.