Adrian Ghenie, Crawl Under the Desk, 2007
He is ill-fitting. In photographs he is almost missing, eyes darting to the edge of the frame, seeking escape. The world and its habits are a mystery to him. He trips on the cuffs of his trousers. A tie snakes around his neck, tight coils restricting his breathing.
Panic attacks in the most ordinary of places, not visible to the eye of another. Sweat trickles down his back. He becomes unhooked from reality. Then anger seeps out through the invisible wounds and he has to tamp it down.
Stuff clenched fists into his pockets. Move each limb forwards, sideways, back.
Failure beckons. A soft bed to land on. A hiding place.
Each morning, he checks if he still exists. His image an accident found in the mirror.