Dear neighbors, write on my wall

I moved into a new street, wide and long. There was no need to talk to anyone, no interaction with any passers-by. Somehow that didn’t feel right. In order to get in touch I transformed myself into something oddly social: an empty ‘wall’. I invited my new neighbors to write on me, while a camera mounted on the wall captured every encounter.

 

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That night, at neighbor Jan's place