Data Dada

I walked for eight months, following a man who was carrying books on a donkey. I thought of it as my way of creating memories and putting them in my diary, except that I don’t have a diary. So, yes, it’s ironic. Now as I go around the city, I see cigarette butts and chewing gum on the pavement, and people clipping their fingernails in the subway. I mean, who would do that, leave their DNA all over the place for others to collect, analyze, store? It’s like the secret to keeping a secret is the only secret being kept.

Howie Good, 2019

Remixed works:

The Untold Story of the Woman Who Helped Make a Landmark Holocaust Film, by Josh Slater-Williams
An Unlikely Marriage of Science and Art,
by Anthony Haden-Guest