In my younger age, I remember meeting a wise woman, she told me to fulfil a little magic box with moments, so I can use them in times of need.  At the first day of the quarantine, I saved a feather in my notebook, to be my reminder of freedom.

“Rêve lucides d’un isolé” is a ceonceptual representation of intimate emotions, it’s a mirror of my experience, it is a narrative story divided between the real and the imaginary. 

Days after the 20th of March 2020, the beginning of the lockdown in Morocco, I have endured a feeling of isolation and a lack of social interactions, which has had consequences on my mental health, insomnia and lucid dreams, or even sleeping too much, being the first symptoms of anxiety. 

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