the text and images below are posted from beijing, berlin, buenos aires, hong kong, los angeles, new york, sado island, shanghai, tokyo and zürich. there are a few of us, and this is the space in between.

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誕生日お目出度う happy birthday, aka-chan 生日快乐

aka_glove.jpgblank_icon.gifels_brief.jpgblank_icon.giftoday, on your birthday, i received a letter from els. inside is a photo of midas, one bent over with his head to the ground. he can see us upside down. we met before, when he was in his mother’s belly, and now he comes to me, future wonder, a photograph of a boy with berries and flowers on his trousers!blank_icon.gifthe boy of the future of my past, i wonder about how many times we had conversations about nostalgia. (好俗,我知道!)and you are thinking about life ahead, please tell about it! yesterday it was your birthday, and as you become older, keiko-san cuts my hair for the last time,and i become younger. we think it looks cute. good, i look younger! aka-chan feels about the same as yesterday! what did yesterday feel like? about like today! so we can stop thinking forward and stop thinking backwards, today is your birthday, and we try looking next to one another. he says it would be better on that side. maybe. i miss you.blank_icon.gifi love you, spring moto-car! 不会感冒!

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costumes for goodbye ceremonies

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be with me.

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退屈でしにそう, a collected series on boring in nine parts, 无聊死了

c, beijing>>blank_icon.gifcassidy_bored.jpgblank_icon.gif
haxi, beijing>>

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anyway, osaka>>blank_icon.gifi’ve tried thinking obout “boring”… it’s hard.this is CONBINI, but without any sign. they were middle of renovation or breaking down. it was on may way to work and wasn’t noticeable when it was still open… it was just one of CONBINI where i didn’t have so much to do with… it had very specific sign like other photos. but one day it lost its face and suddenly started appealing to me with its boringness. how boring building it is… it’s weird that to be very boring can be very visible.aka_bored.jpgblank_icon.gif
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丫, beijing>>

a, beijing>>

haxi and 丫, beijing>>

haxi and a, beijing>>

t, sendai>>blank_icon.gifso sorry i couldn’t send my boring things to you by 17.i tried to find something, but couldn’t.now for me, anything is not boring, but everything gives me some possibilities, or new feelings to me, i feel. i know that whether it becomes true or not depends on myself, the way i live. but now, i’m trying to get power for changing from small things. maybe, small things are “boring”, ne? yes, positive meanings of boring.blank_icon.gif[录像文件需要flashplayer和耐性来看,不好意思文件挺大的,还没学好怎么好好压小的。声音是haxi, a, strawberryshortcake做的。 kindly be patient with video files, flashplayer and patience to view, they are rather big, apologies, we have not mastered video compression techniques yet. audio tracks on all video files courtesy of haxi, a, and strawberryshortcake.]

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电脑绣花

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minutes. finally. we meet. others. minutes.

beds. dormitory feel. luggage. blanket. dishes. showers? toilets? they’re in a group but also individuals at the same time. artwork and also receivers of info at the same time. receiving more than giving out. selection. simple. profession. location. possible interest in the project. possibility of having an effect on their life. parents? eighteen to sixty. preference of the embassy. people who can determine their will. biggest worry. how to select people. where to get them. met with embassy first. documentary film. sixteen teams all over the country. already six-hundred hours of footage. people also need to answer ninety-nine questions from fake. about germany. the west. fantasy. religion. work through e-mail. make participants start to participate. the first step. already a part of it. even if the visa process may fail. june thirteen. announcement of the artists of documenta twelve. the project is impossible to keep a secret. logistically. not boat-people. boeing-people. usb-stick. memory stick. memory of today. infrastructure hardware. network infrastructure. upload. download. twenty computers. printers. a working office space that people can freely use. create an information landscape. info-booth. usb-stick will contain the memory of one individual. corporate gift. two sticks. one at start. upload. download. use. then at departure take in stick and give a new blank one. keep this memory, this accumulated knowledge. the used one you keep as a trace of this experience. memory of participant and memory of event. a thousand and one different eyes. one may be completely into all the artworks. another may not give a damn. i’ll be a cook. a barber. the teacher. informational storage. where to eat? where to sleep? what to buy? what to visit? most will not speak english or german. need information. mapping. computer technicians? doctor? impose on top of kassel another layer of information. modeled after a map of china. your own city in any city. when it’s gone it’s gone. traces in mind not in physical space. why products. so much stuff. unnecessary. what will be related to the stick? information centre. we want to be active. them to be active. interface architecture. set up a condition. we don’t know what’s going to happen. we provide a possibility. most fascinating thing. usb one GB. one thousand and one GB. a photograph of each? that’s the studio photo! ask people to do it themselves. assuming that most people have a camera. otherwise provide twenty or so cameras. each group roughly two-hundred. on the planes forty here. sixty there. some from beijing. some from shanghai. and insurance. one-thousand yuan per person. plane tickets non-refundable. over twenty people to coordinate the work. will have volunteers in kassel. can probably have computers and technicians. map-office sets up scenario. something personal. emphasize individual. the more unpredictable, unforeseeable elements we put in the better. when i started i didn’t know it was going to be like this. chinese people get very emotional. one girl wrote me that one day she was standing on a traffic overpass and started thinking about the fact that she will partake in this project and that she was so happy it made her cry. she said she never knew she could cry out of happiness.minutes.gifimage edited from: http://blog.sina.com.cn/aiweiwei

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you should

du sollst yes. you. should. at. least. try. day. by. day. little. by. little. yes. you.

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somewhere not around you

whatslovegottodowithit.jpg“The schizo knows how to leave: he as made departure into something as simple as being born or dying. But at the same time his journey is strangely stationary, in place. he does not speak of another world, he is not from another world: even when he is displacing himself in space, his is a journey in intensity, around the desiring-machine that is erected here and remains here. For here is the desert propagated by our world, and also the new earth, and the machine that hums, around which the schizos revolve, planets for a new sun. These men of desire—or do they not yet exist?—are like Zarathustra. They know incredible sufferings, vertigos, and sicknesses. They have their specters. They must reinvent each gesture. But such a man produces himself as a free man, irresponsible, solitary, and joyous, finally able to say and do something simple in his own name, without asking permission; a desire lacking nothing, a flux that overcomes barriers and codes, a name that no longer designates any ego whatever. He has simply ceased being afraid of becoming mad. He experiences and lives himself as the sublime sickness that will no longer affect him.” [Deleuze & Guattari, Anti-Oedipus]

.but must i choose between truth and light, untruth and darkness? you and your sickness affect me, and so what then of it, you prick. must i take part, too, so long as you are happy? your cultural bullshit makes a we of i, but then what of the you? before it was about getting rid of this dance, the pronouns, because yes, we are all human, but your little hurricane can play with notions of society and take off when and if you please. what is wrong with choosing society, with wanting it, to take part in it, isn’t that here, too? i live it, plug into it every fucking day, on the bus, i wake up, step up, into, and fall back asleep again. some days are better than others. spring comes again. a mud ball shines like porcelain. i would like we to be happy, too. but if it’s my neurosis, your psychosis, still wanting to accept, just “somewhere not around you.” my love is a fucking wall right now, coupled with half-truths, awe-struck darkness and the grossest sadness. thanks for the process.

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