We talked about yesterday like it was a diplomatic fastball
SBed linen, isolation room, neutral pen
200cm×230cm
2020
After fourteen days of quarantine due to some
unavoidable factors, during which all my movements
and existence were confined to a single space, and my acceptance and my output became a closed loop, I decided to write on the sheets of the quarantine hotel phrases of all the reflections that had arisen during the period of my quarantine. I fell asleep on these words and I tried to remove these traces by washing and heat and alcohol poisoning methods before the end of my isolation period, to no avail whatsoever. And as they would all be recycled and disposed of as medical waste by the hotel after my quarantine period was over, these words could easily be shredded and incinerated all at once. Thus, 27 December 2020 to 10 January 2021 existed here; 27 December 2020 to 10 January 2021 perished here.