It’s sunny on Saturday morning when I enter Carriageworks in the Sydney suburb of Eveleigh, and the farmers’ market is in full throttle outside. But I bypass the stalls and crowds: I’m here to spend some time with a young woman named Emily Lahey. Three minutes, to be precise.
Entering the darkness of one of the venue’s concrete performance bays, I sit on a spotlit bench and watch a brief video narrated by Emily. Then she joins me, and we sit side by side as a massive digital clock projected on to the wall in front of us counts down from 3:00 to 0:00. When my time is up, I must leave.
