Title: We will never know
The constant sound of someone writing, meticulously, writing away, writing something that cannot be read. Someone, somewhere, writing about us… they never stop. Time passes us by, the hours turn to days, the days to months and years and so on… and with this the documentation of ‘us’ that doesn’t stop. Everything is recorded. The only problem is, we just don’t know what is being written. Who is this entity that monitors and documents us. They write what they will, and how they will. The consistent typing sound of a typewriter, is like that Omni-presence of that certain someone who is writing our story, that fill us with a constant feeling of anxiety.