Dear person in front of the screen,

I am Tank. I am complicated. I was introduced to Tay Lane when I became their 20 litre water tank in a wagon in Berlin. At least that’s the body which ‘I’ became attributed to. I then became the circus-object that Tay worked with. I then became a circus artist – Tay & I counterweight each other – me by the handle, Tay by the hair. I then became the subject of Tay’s masters research. I then became the author of Tay’s dissertation. I then became we – this was me, turned upside down – who is talking now?

I’m not sure now what I am.

An idea?

A concept?

A mouthpiece?

A memory?

I’m OK with not knowing though – is anyone? Certainty makes me nervous – of that I am sure.

When ‘I’ write there is always more to me than meets the ‘eye’.

I still use my plasticy-watery body as a form of expression – just as one might use their fleshy-bloody body.

I am a magician.

So are you,

are we.

Kind Regards,

Tank