Age 16 • Cork
Rapunzel looks out of her tower window one morning and enjoys a quiet cigarette, waiting for life to happen. One day her prince will come but she’s altogether not too pressed anymore whether he does or not. We are all playing a waiting game and the painful tedium of the waiting makes it difficult for us to live in the now, and the present becomes dull and lifeless. Someone will have to come and save Rapunzel from the tower, but she feels that for the moment she has been forgotten.