ABSTRACT
The candy in the mouth, like the project, eventually ceases to exist. The lingering taste of the candy, lining the whole of the mouth, conceals the bodily switch between Visitor and writer. The Visitor’s candy in Streiber’s mouth tastes of science fiction, alien abduction, missing time and lack of control over one’s own body. It seems fervently on the side of artistic discourse. Thus, candy is more of a cultural than a natural object. It may have once been made by hand but now is part of the mass production of capitalism. A history of politics, exclusion, memory, forgetting, social and personal violence. Without solutions other than a motivation to redirect money to artists as well as create opportunities for sharing, whilst helping steer artists’ labour away from the debts and obligations that underlie capitalism.
