Document as documentation.
The event becomes the document
and then again becomes an event.
Reader acting out the instructions
the reading machine.
Document, sheet, event, score,
guide, archive. A continuation,
ephemeral as that may be.
And so at what point do we stop and breathe?
When you turn the page you get another set of instructions as vague and yet as comforting as the last time, we can all see the difference.
Upon the page of off-white you can find the furniture you need to guide you to your seat, but perhaps that is irrelevant when a portion of the work has been done by someone else. Experiments and notes perform the daily tasks of the reader for the writer before they have even begun; do we now think it all out into reading before the words come out?
The screen slips downwards as you scroll and you loose all sense of a solid and tangible page. Find and print your reflection as all suffering is soon to end and the stars should be leaving an imprint in the soft cartridge paper on the table.