from David Horvitz <hikarusaru@gmail.com>
to emily mast < >
date Wed, Jun 25, 2008 at 9:43 PM
subject Egoesdayglo
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Dear Emily Mast,

I am sitting in my studio at Bard right now.
Both of my windows are open.
They face west towards the Hudson (which I can not see because of the trees that stand in between).
It is night right now and I can't see anything anyway (except for what is illuminated by the handful of street lights and a few visible stars in the sky).
I wonder if I can use this observation as a point of departure for what I will contribute to the show.
Where does the "I" stand when I look out my window?
Where does the "I" stand when I imagine the river beyond the trees?
Am I projecting myself out into the world?
Or am I retracting the world into me?
Where are the boundaries between the world and I (if there are any)?
Can I become dissolved somewhere in this process?
Can I stare out into the night imagining the river and reach a point where only the night and the river exists?
Well I guess they would still be consciously conceived, and maybe that is where "I" am.
Making that conscious experience possible.
I really liked Kiersten Puusemp's text (or maybe I liked how you read it to me, and how it got delivered via a cell phone from Los Angeles to New York - from the text to your eye to your mouth through your phone into a satellite out of my phone into my ear).
That is why I am writing these sentences as a long list.
I am copying her.
Does that mean part of her is in this right now?
Yes it does.
But is there anybody else here?
There must be.
I want to know who is here and where they are.
Michael Bauer, Christian Cummings, Michael Decker, Richard Hager, Hana van der Kolk, Zachary Leener, Alison O'Daniel, Michael Parker, Robert Wechsler - where are you?
Are you here right now?
I know Kiersten is.
And I know Emily is (you are right here - and you are also in that light - the one that turns off with the self-timer - and if someone else is reading this letter, does that mean you are in them? I don't know. But I do know that if they are reading this and all of a sudden the light turns off, there you are).
But now I am wondering if we were always there (or do I mean here)?
Was I there from the beginning?
Were we all there from the beginning?
And maybe there are more people here.
Actually, there must be more people here.
Who are they?
The green tea I am drinking right now that Denise mailed me because I forgot it (the people who picked the green tea), the William Basinski mp3 (Brandon in Japan who put it on my computer), driving in Barbara's car an hour ago thinking about what to do for this show, writing this while I am waiting for Lisa so we can watch Gimme Shelter (are the Rolling Stones here too?).
Why aren't all these people listed on the flyer for the show?
They are all here.
Do you think everyone in the whole world is actually in this show?
This is what I want you to do as my contribution.
I first wanted you to write everyone's name on the wall over each other so you wouldn't be able to decipher anything after you finished writing the last person's name.
But I have changed my mind.
I want you to write this on one of the walls: EVERYONE IN THE WHOLE WORLD.
I don't care which wall, how big, or how you do it.
Can you also print this and place it nicely next to Kiersten's paper?
Make them overlap just a little bit.
That is all.

Oh, and also this:

A few years ago I found a book on astral projection at a small DIY space in Santa Barbara. They let me borrow the book, which I haven't returned yet. For my two days I will attempt to astral project from New York to the gallery in Los Angeles. I will attempt to do this on Thursday at 11:07pm New York time, and Friday at 11:08pm. This will coincide exactly with the time of your sunset. "I" will potentially be in the gallery around dusk Thursday and Friday. Meet me there if you have some free time.

From a Room in Upstate New York With Two Open Windows and a Few Stars,

- David Horvitz

P.S. I have to admit that whenever I think of the title of the show the first thing that comes to mind is the X Ray Spex. The Day the World Turned Dayglo. I don't think that has any relevance towards Egoesdayglo.