When I look at the world now, it seems a long way away. I mean it never used to. I don't know what it is, it's like I can't get close to it, it's like there's something in the way. It's like a museum; you can see things, but you can't touch them. There's too much of it as well, too many exhibits. I mean, you can't look at one thing properly because you're thinking about what's in the next room all the time. Sometimes I think I can feel something, and then I realise it's a memory; it's a memory that I'm feeling. I'm remembering a feeling I've had before.

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Wall text, exhibition Iliggocene-The Age of Dizziness