'The Forest of the Doppelgängers' by Marta Trektere at Catbox Contemporary, New York

Letter to ghosts

You caught our curiosity with your winy twigs With ferns, firs and fire With heat and homemade sandwiches we wanted to feed to witches We couldn't sleep thinking about you We felt your breezes, biting our fingers and piercing our hair We heard you howling through foggy bungalows, their broken windows As we approached a small puddle we could clearly see the three gnomes Gnomes who listened to breakbeat and ate too much cheese Half wistful, half jolly, two thirds gullible and one third puzzled We gave you our tiny hands and danced up the hill to see better There it was - ghost factory We gasped We ran back to shelter And then we became giants and forgot all about it

— Kaspars Groševs