Personality, the mirroring of personality, the activities of personality, the anchoring of activities of personality, the range of the activities of personality, the resonance of the activities of personality, the echo of the activities of personality, the diffusion of the echo of the activities of personality, the echo of the diffusion of the echo of the activities (existence) of personality, forgetting.

Disappearing, slipping away, forgetting. The presentation of one’s face, one’s own image, one’s own destiny as a goal, a final product, and so on, always seemed ridiculous to me, as incomprehensible as marble.

Up until now, I have lived an almost incomparably happy life, troubled only by financial problems and by my higher sensitivity to the absurdity of prevalent (global) problems and the non-absurdity of ecological problems. But I suffer, above all, from the feeling of a total lack of freedom. It seems to me that there might be a certain possibility: to liberate myself from my identity, my name. To annihilate my individuality through its multiplication, disintegration, pulverisation.

Disappearing. Slipping away, dissolving in media, space, society. Queuing for the ITIC card, which I had no right to have, I realised that without the support I get from my friends, I wouldn’t be capable of anything. Lost in the crowd. Demophobia?

The video 90 minutes is a recording of human cremation. Using gas it takes 90 minutes to cremate one human being.

Half of the sleep cycle.

M. Z., 11:36 PM, February 16, 2001