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December 1st, 2017


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I looked at my love sleeping on the couch next to me, exhausted in the pain.

In that very moment I looked away and I promised myself that on this day next year,

I would spend the day creating something at the limits of my ability.

I have done this now every year since.

This is the anniversary of a choice.

I sent the internet a letter seeking someone to hire, a woman, to allow me to follow her, stare at her, record her, and pretend with her.

I accepted the fist response and we started the moment this day began under the false lights until our time ran out.

Then later in this same day, I repeated this process in among the everyone else under the real light who did not know and did not pretend.


Year Number Eight

Friday 11 July 2014