I rang a public telephone box everyday for two weeks. I wanted to explore the interface between our public lives and our private selves. The phonebox became a portal for a potentially very intimate outcome...if anyone decided to pick up that is.
I have this romantic idea about talking to a stranger behind the secrecy of a telephone call, with no particular purpose other than to engage verbally. Still no one answered.
I catalogued my failure. Making note of the date and time of every call. An unfulfilled obsessive desire.
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