This online work documents the comings and goings of a fictional
novelist and a novelist of fiction.
Please note that any similarity to persons living
After about nine months, this project terminated abruptly, when the
line which divides fiction from reality, became dangerously blurred.
a portal into the subconscious mind of the novelist of fiction 'Mr.
Welsh' recently moved to this city and, coinicidentally, now lives
on the same street
Every morning, on his way to the gym, he walks past the subterranean
window of the basement garret in which I abide. I've rigged up a webcam
to track all his movements past the window.
By placing idyosyncratic objects each day into the garden outside the
window, I am experimenting with subconsciously inveigling these same
objects into the new work of fiction that I presume 'Mr. Welsh' is
currently working on.
All comments and proposals