“ … A long night before dawn, slumbering poets dive into the dream of dreams, while faunas, divines, leviathans, and jokers march to the ancient land. Archaic memoirs yet murmur, mountains leap, and lenticular clouds shut all eyes. Goddesses dance across the sky, and the river flows wide onward toward the heavens. Singing songs no one remembers, O chasm, O sublime, Tripitaka fall into a pit of riddles, O silent night, still, coated all in black, the infinite rain cries out a tone of the first alphabet, inviting the shadow to lie beside, All the poets, all at once, suddenly realize: yes, there is — Midnight Monsoon  … ”

When we wake up together, the past, present, and future become intertwined. The narrative is filled with magic. PHIMAILONGWEEK: Midnight Monsoon begins with an exploration of dream states through the application of poiesis as a process of reincarnating a new language of the lifeworld in Southeast Asia, the Asia-Pacific region, where societies witness an atmospheric texture of socio-political tension, the souls of protest, and the ongoing war of cultural winds

In this midnight monsoon, six artists' works emerge during the rainy season—a spacetime where rain's rhythm becomes our language of existence: still, warm, and terrifying. Phimai Stone stands like poetry, provoking life from a trance. Memory landscapes drift through ancestral voices, transforming displacement into embodied Kwan, dissolving into the fragmented self. Dreams and emotions merge amid the storm. Raging deities live across new universes, pulling fragments back into youth's multiverse—drifting, searching. These tales exist like countless other stories, spinning in confusion within the monsoon of dreams.