Sometimes I assume the role of the romantic and remember objects with great fondness. I take Polaroids of myself three times each day and then liberate them from their object orientation via a scanner. I then post these images. Each day is a little funeral for my skin and the Polaroids. Each day I appear in more houses and institutions. Each day I discover people restricted by concepts of time celebrating birthdays, crying over the deaths of their mothers, flossing and leaving their faucet taps running. I can always find you here
