"Nobody is serious, when they're seventeen"
Romance - Arthur Rimbaud

Oscar is a teenager: he spends long hours in his bedroom, the only place where life seems possible. His bedroom is his private universe, where he is allowed to be whoever he wants to, where the dull and strict realities of school and family cannot access. 
There, there's room just for dreams, for imagined adventures, for endless armchair journeys.
There's no hurry to grow up, nor to choose: to be or not to be is not a problem anymore, since " being" is always another.
Oscar's bedroom is small and yet, it is infinite: it spreads everywhere and everywhen.
Past and future mix up, shaping a present which only there can be perceived as real - almost as real as imagination can be. 

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