8:00 pm, Rotterdam time: I am sitting in a darkened room filled with screens. Lodewijk sits by the entrance. Arjen on a stool by the corridor exit. I sit on the stairs. We are all dressed in yellow to distinguish ourselves as performers. I wear a yellow wig and stare intently at my computer screen. Through the door, down the hall are the Radiotopia guys, bringing in sounds from the internet, into the theatre space and sending a stream to us. The sound is initially extremely quiet. A public spills in and stands around awkwardly staring around the room, before heading towards the bar. Later on, acclimatized and relaxed, they start to trickle back in.
	2:00, New York time: [Isabelle's report] Dan sets up a poker table (soda can slots and all!), lights some candles and orders plates of middle-eastern food. Passers-by glimpsing in through the big ground level windows witness a semi circle of silver powerbooks and three obsessed young people in the middle of an elaborate techgnostic seance. Barely lifting their heads, but typing away frantically, at times bursting into laughter for no visible reason, the clue must lie inside the glowing screens.
	9:30 pm. Rotterdam time: I'm not fully conscious of what I am writing. It just flows. Lodewijk and Arjen are engrossed with their partners, glancing from their keyboard-to screen- to keyboard - to screen. People in the room are sending sms to us. Their messages bounce around simultaneously on all of our screens. We comply with offerings, images, secrets, embarresments, emotional rollercoasters, wonderment, and sheer nonsense.
	DONUT Between DONUTS and corrupt cops, i don't know where to start. I mean, has the whole world gone completely insance? insane? do you know what i mean? i try to stop these feelings inside me, but somehow they can't be suppressed. i have bad dreams about this. i'm lying in water, a plane falls over me, then suddenly there is a huge crash. and there is falling glass over me. my head gets cut. i can no longer see.... there is screaming and then everything goes black...oh shit...we were talking about DONUTS weren't we? DONUTS are a real drag. It's just that shape already turns me off!
	BENEATH THE VEIL, INHALE, COMMITMENT BENEATH THE VEIL, they are wearing lipstick, mascara, long lashes, fish net stockings. they are lawyers, doctors, they love their children, they go to work, they know how to sew, they INHALE, they are not afraid of COMMITMENT, they love their mothers, they walk to school even though they are only seven, (that's a very brave thing to do by the way), they love taking risks, they have a sense of COMMITMENT towards the game, whatever the game might be. can you think of a game we might play? I like to see what is BENEATH THE VEIL, in a rather virtual COMMITMENT she donned her VEIL
	People sit/stand beside us, lay against the walls. It is quiet and contemplative. Some stay for hours. Some come up and talk to me, makes comments. I'm willing to share myself with them, even though I cannot give them my full attention. We participate together in the digestion and transformation of words, of experiences,
	Although basically incarcerated by my keyboard and screen, I start to incorporate my physical actions into the narrative. I feel it perfectly valid to announce that I'm going to take a break, walk across the room, go to the bar and grab a beer. I feel comfortable to mix together the banal and profound. I type the words, "ij, if you'll excuse me, I'm going to stand up now and walk across the room. I'll be with you shortly". The public is broken out of the screen trance for a moment, by my movements across physical space.
	New York comments: ij: It felt very good to do this! I loved the weaving in and out of realities: if it was misha writing about bathroom break or the SMS keyword or the flow of images or misha (being back from the bathroom) writing her guts out, or a glance into a book next to me, or a glance into a screen next to me - all inspired the writing and got merged into the flow of words. The keywords held it together, and held us together as well, I felt! We were all on the same trajectory but in different ways.