Battery 1: But at the same time, the battery does start to un-do me. I feel at moments like I have become one with the machine, that there is no longer a me distinguishable of the whole operative system. That is interesting. I can imagine it will be quite hard to leave this place.
Battery 2: I started feeling empty, like a vessel, and this vessel would get so empty that the emptyness of it would start filling the vessel, like a balloon, as if I would become just exteriority, more and more out. This went on for a long time, until I had the feeling that my end was the material of the sleeping mask… and then the blanket, the air, the battery. As if I could disapear, or as if I was un-done, or as if I was not a person, but a substance.
