Somewhere in Manhattan

tucked away in a little alleyway, is a couch. "Humans, Consciousness, and Everything in Between" romps about in the mire of this curious and unassuming creature's thoughts. From factory to mental asylum, hospital to studio apartment, the couch's interaction with unknowing humans greatly informs its transformation, one which begins to take on a striking semblance to a counter-Gregor Samsa awakening.

Who better to lend a hand in explaining the paradoxical and convoluted tangle of World Wars and gender-based stigma than an inanimate, threadbare object that's been idling in heaps of trash?