a few years ago, with my son, I visited Platform L Contemporary Art Center in Seoul. It was a video exhibition, and it was dark. Realizing that there was no one there, I acted like an idiot to make my son laugh, and I jumped and danced all over the place in the darkness, like an idiot, as usual… But in doing so, I lost my phone. When I realized it, we returned to platform L to pick it up, but there was no way to find it in this darkness. Not knowing what to do anymore, I returned home. I then tried to call my own phone, hoping that an employee there would have picked it up. And it was at this moment that someone finally answered. But only his heavy breathing was audible. This person didn’t speak. I could only hear his breathing, not a word. I did this several times, and each time it was the same. Since that day, I have never understood what happened… But like last October, I did this performance at Platform L, I took the opportunity to call my phone again, during my performance, in the same darkness of Platform L…
