I elevate my desires to a Justin Bieber level of glamour. But even Justin strives and pushes his fantasies further. A goal that stays beyond reach and will never satisfy me. She (mannequin) is perfect, and her skin cannot wrinkle.Made out of cheap stiff plastic and never able to experience the fame she deserves. An empty shell I aspire to, which generates distance and unfamiliarity at the same time. She is my longing, finally close but elusive.