Like many of us, Mary doesn’t know who she is, why she’s here, or what to do. She wanders my memory of qualia. For 5 days—uninterrupted—she writes & sketches her thoughts. They print onto rolled paper; they pile up with the weight of time. More + link to site in posts below.

Through live feeds of us that distort reality around her, through an Edwardian telephone that writes our words in her journal, we haunt her in ways she cannot understand. In the age of AI, we chart this strange, asymmetric world together. What she discovers, we discover too.