"A little bird perches on a fake branch against a theatre background of spring blossom. As the screen’s artificial day disappears into false night, it becomes clear that we are witnessing a 24-hour cycle shrunk to a handful of minutes. As the sun comes up, the little bird lets off its frenetic tweet; a few seconds of fake birdsong. In the time it takes us to watch the bird’s daily cycle, everything is new, different, and we are somewhere else."