The bed is the object of sleep, the horizontal rest that opposes the vertical action. In everyday life, rest is shifting. It slides towards a positive charge and not towards an emptying. We can only rest when the excess of action has left us exhausted and if this has not been enough, the restlessness of what has not been done does not let us sleep.

The artificial forest of pencils appeal to the proliferation of possiblilities that invalidates the very pleasure of creating, the pencil as the totemic object of creation is turned into a threat.