In an attempt to grasp the Now, Heleen Mineur’s (Womb, The Netherlands, 1994) I Ate The Last Piece Of Cheese, Wrapped In A Piece Of Wax knits together contemporary conundrums, hypes and speculations, as if they are relics from the past; fantastically, satirically and poetically. As she cuts into the ongoing performance of the world, she seeks to convey our scattered and fragmented epoch with care and playful criticality: rather than factuality and regret. Among this polyphony of undetermined objects and sonic textures such as situated props, shaky video snippets, piercing melodies and rhythmic chatter, perhaps lies a glimpse of what a possible future could be.