transparency in exile: there are a small group of islands in the oceans of the South Pacific where the clouds are long and white. Its citizens are a diverse, cross-cultural group of adventeorus travelers, pioneers of ocean migration, some, banned from the bossom of their heritage, seeking solace and spirit in their adopted land. But, amongst them are eighty-eight, or thereabouts individuals, who have become figures of bounded scrutiny, contractual kinetophobes; property of the state, owned by all its citizens. Some have become well known, instantaneously recognisable, celebrity like and larger than we can imagine. Some are obscure, operating at the periphery of society, embedded in the depths of transgressions almost mythical like, unwanted, unknown.
What follows is not an attempt to reveal some sort of contrivance of absurdity but rather it is an attempt to pick-away at the imagined machinations of the lunacy of fantasy, a hidden world of alter-egos, characters who jostle for position, wriggle in their seats poking fun at their mates, at their own fate.