O for oh-so-bored

Poor kid, she looked shell-shocked with boredom. I can empathise. 
The offering in IMMA at the moment is that highly conceptual, visually forgettable, video-installationny, critically acclaimed crap that the curator seems to love so much. 
At least I went there of my own volition. 
But that poor thing and her little bro were dragged in by their culture-loving parents. 
I'd bet she wishes they were separated. She'd see her dad at the weekend. He'd her take to McDonald's for a chat.  
McDonald's. How she would love that.