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Well I work here. And before...Before? There was no before really. I was a husk then. I used to be a performer. I believe… believed in producing happenings, performances for an unsuspecting audience. But I quickly realised that was stupid. Technological disaster is the way forward. Now that I have Submitted I have become whole. I had to Submit. I had to Submit to the equipment or lack thereof. I had to Submit tools or lack thereof. I had to Submit to the technology or lack thereof. The malfunction!_______________________________________ I have submitted. I am satisfied. I have wanted to do that for so long. It is as if I was grinding my teeth at the size of the fault. I am incredibly proud of he work I have done and am taking a level of seriousness that I don't feel is appropriate for a novice while handling my equipment. The problem has been a step up in level for me. I have submitted my submittal. I am sick. I don't know why. The machine is broken now, everything smells like it...Please, if someone could help me...please. I don't want to die. Oh god I'm still here! Please I'm still here.