A woman arrives at an unknown place by the sea. She doesn't know yet that she is about to tell intimate stories about her life. But suddenly this strange creature appears, which knows exactly how to make the woman talk. The creature is called Morpho Peleides and is undergoing a metamorphosis, for the development of which it feasts on unpleasant things. Well-formulated narratives, beautiful images? No, give me your innermost!
Kitsch is an autofictional play that drills into its subject like a stomach probe. Eating disorder and gender identity, sexual trauma and life fatigue. All of this seems harsh and yet is so familiar to many. But what does it actually mean, is it helpful when we reveal our emotions, or are we catering to a voyeurism that is becoming increasingly desensitized to stark images and true events? Oh, and who is that droll boy who always shows up when you least expect him? Is he really there, or is he just a figment of the imagination, like perhaps everything else here in this strange place by the sea, originating where addiction originates: in the mind?
Caren Jeß has written yet another piece that stretches the boundaries of the imaginable to the unimaginable and at the same time makes so much understandable that could hardly be described otherwise.