—For Shin Hae-uk
This is no small thing—the borders glossing the room

are large enough for her to visualise being placed somewhere

other than this location. Room for error, she figures, while

performing her daily stretches to increase muscle and joint

mobility—mostly to relieve the pain pre-existing in her current

situation. A report submitted to the board specified that no one

knew her well enough to befriend her, and she now understands

that this was a mistake. Lying with her back against the floor,

knees bent, she rotates her hips and the knots in her lower back

loosen. Inhaling a deep breath, smelling the dirt beneath her,

she whispers—even though I have been stripped of installation

I know I deserve money in my life. Tracing the beads of sweat

beneath her bustline, she trembles with the conviction that she,

in the centre of the room, is embodying her ultimate address.