I am not crazy, I am an animist. I am convinced that objects have a soul, especially when it comes to dolls empowered with a great identification potential.
I scenarize them in my failed love stories (‘What is love’,‘Little Cruel Fairy Tale’) but I admit that sometimes their will transcend me and they end up defining themselves through me. (“Very Nasty Girls”, “Darla, why”)
Their honesty, naivity and this little extra bit of soul act as catharsis for any of us.
As for the Bunnies book, they were born when The Rabbit took possession of my body, so it is about retranscriptions.