A blind man is on top of Primrose Hill with all of London laid out behind him. He is standing on a box holding a balloon filled with helium gas which bears a picture of himself as a young boy. He sings a traditional hymn: “There’s a Place for Little Children” pausing only to breathe in helium from a cylinder which stands next to him, which gives his voice a high-pitched, childish tone. The effect is both funny and sinister. By the time the balloon is released into the air the candied version of Heaven offered children has been suffocated beneath the weight of moral approbrium and Mark Wallinger is no longer innocent.
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