Emma Nira Birkelund

A performative installation with cosplay and props.

The weepers were reduced to baby blankets: hired weepers who comfort those who cried over spilled milk, he who makes others absorb his wailing and sniffling to gain their sympathy.

But they do not cry for him. They cry for her, she who has stopped crying, with her river left dry.

Perhaps it is never too late to learn to show emotion. That is why the weepers fill up their fountains, to cry great watery and wet tears in the river of dried-up emotions.