We’re in a field… a whole crew of us: girls + guys – who? We were on a train… was it kids from my childhood? I was on top of the train, then a subway, rushing underground, through tunnels. We were also at the beach (so many locations! Pricey shoot, this one). Now we are entering the forest… trees to find a catapult somewhere… a contraption deep in the forest. Running through fields within the forest… on trails, as though we each are taking our own path, almost a race of sorts… a competition. 

So there it is: a wall. A wall of shelves against the edge of the trees. Is this what we were heading for? Or is this something (an obstruction) we must cross to reach our goal? 

Some start to climb. The shelves are loaded w/enormous trays of desserts: cakes, pastries… a tremendous bowl of liquified chocolate. We start to eat with wanton disregard. Pans are pulled loose, come toppling down. Dirty hands dig into the layers. I scoop some liquid chocolate (like liquified chocolate pudding) into my mouth. Later, I scoop more, even though I can see it’s been tainted by the multitude: oil swirls the surface; bit of dirt and debris. It tastes sticky + sweet and syrupy. Too sweet?