I Spent a Week Recording Myself Doing Chores for Cash. Who’s the Robotic Now?
I’m no longer a mere human being. I’m a conduit of actuality, a medium of messages. I maintain a knife in my hand and slice into an natural cucumber, hunching so the iPhone strapped to my brow can seize all 10 fingers. I throw the slices right into a salad bowl and finish the recording….
