noticing how crazy our society is, and how out of touch we have become with reality. i don't know what to make of it....

Every week is different. some busier than others. Several days i sit in silence, no one talks to me....i have begun reflecting back on previous work on homeless people and the indignation i have for those who are not acknowledged. My own desire to be known amuses me, this emotion has not been so apparent till now.

I was forced to change my location because an ASI official decided I was blocking the walk way. Big disappointed: i was in such a great spot, there is so much foot traffic. Now i am only 50 yards away but its not the same. Trying to get in contact with the other officials and see if i can have my spot back.

wondering what the hell im doing,....

 just to clarify: this performance im doing is about the unexpected interaction with the people i come in contact with. its not about knitting....maybe i should do some other activity.....

we pride ourselves on multi tasking, walking blindly from one place to another completely consumed with our technology. what if the music was turned off and we looked up to be aware of our surroundings?       

some of my friends and acquaintances pass by oblivious that a fellow person whom they share life with is just a foot away. i love that tension that the experience makes me feel. i sit passively and watch it all play out. i contemplate my own interaction with the world. what have i missed? who have i been too busy to acknowledge?

testing 1 2 3 testing.....

white noise....no one talked to me today. one long hour of silence next to the dull roar of the escalator

I have been performing in the student unionf or a month now. five days a week, one hour a day. through this process I have met strangers and made friends. when I first started this project I was doubting my idea and whether or not I would be able to succeed in the challenge, now after today I realize that no matter what the outcome, what im doing is significant.

Asan came up to me today during my performance, we talked for 30 minutes. He told me that the first time he talked to a stranger in this country it was a bad experience. He wasnt sure if he could talk to another stranger again, but he took a chance and said something to me, his perspective is changed. He told me that he had noticed I was sitting in the union performing every day for a month. I puzzeled him, he made contact.

thousands of people pass me every week i wonder who else i will meet.