“To Where We Dress The Birds” is a dystopian miniature, in which the insides and the outsides have become blurred. Are we awake? Are we asleep? Is it reasonable enough to believe that one will wake after sleep?  
Since industrialization, waking and sleeping have become trading and conflict zones of political agencies. The boundaries of day and night rhythms, work and leisure periods have shifted in favor of the productive, disciplinary and creative qualities of human activity. The physical withdrawal of sleeping and waking opens up a certain flexibility to different layers of reality, but also creates the resources of lucid dreaming, irritations, dozing, somnambulism and experiences of passivity and resistance during sleep or insomnia. What implications and consequences would unfold, if this utterly intimate, precarious realm were to turn into a vehicle of socio-political strategies of discipline, optimization and control?