I’ve been doing a live stream every day.
Not Instagram.
Just a camera, running for hours.
Most of the time I don’t talk.
When I do, it’s not really to anyone.
It’s closer to talking to myself,
or checking that my voice still exists.
The stream doesn’t catch much sound anyway.
What’s left is mostly movement.
Hands working.
A bag slowly becoming a bag.
People can watch it the way you watch animals at a zoo.
Quietly.
From the other side of the glass.
I don’t respond to comments.
This isn’t a conversation.
It’s more like leaving a door open and not looking back.
If you’re curious about the kind of air my bags are made in,
the link is here.
.Randers Tanker. 