File Sharing

When you die your blog will float weightlessly in the worldwide web (forever) until one day it will catch the eye of a small girl wearing decaying animal skin found in a desert near what was once a house where she lived (long ago) now.

Plucking it out of the air like a coke bottle, it becomes desire, she calls it mother, takes it to bed (far away) and keeps it warm and safe under her clothes until the orange sun threatens exposure. Then she tunnels under around over, winding, circling, crawling, flatout bending gasping until she emerges in a room.

One tiny room, where your blog is disassembled, sampled, studied, combined, merged and fitted tightly to an age-old movie reel found in a seedy basement apartment. Add video, add audio, mix in some documentary footage and reality programming, some news footage of the world ending the world ending the world ending the world ending and you will be the last installation (loop it), the last music video on MTV (for a start).