YIRI GRAY

A young man stands in a dark room holding a lit matchstick in his right hand. He is wearing a white T-shirt with a black-and-white photo of two women and the text "TEARS FOR FEARS," colorful patterned shorts, white socks, and sneakers. The room has shelves, a mannequin, and art supplies in the background.

About Yiri

It’s Midnight, and we’re alone, you and I. There are no sounds of clocks ticking, because there are no clocks in Gray House, but we know the sound of the silence and all the crushing madness it brings. I can see your eyes in the dark, and you can see mine. We are young and worried, but we are all young and worried - you and me, me and God, God and the rest of everything gets so fucking new and fucking young here where nothing is certain.

Would you like to do magic with me? I bet you didn’t know this whole place turns into a stage in the dark. I bet you didn’t know that I had this top hat ready, under the bed, and stuffed with a rabbit and a dove. I know every magic trick there ever was, and dawn is not certain here.

Put on your mother’s dress. Let’s open a bottle of champagne. Have you ever been sailing before? Do you like the smell of this cologne? When have we stopped pretending? I could fly if I wanted to. I could step out onto this ledge and take flight into the night. 

We could hold hands.

Yiri resides in the Basement.

NOW SPINNING IN ThE BASEMEnt