In November 2020, I wrote a manifesto, a set of rules I was to obey for a project, which commenced as followed:

 

“I will investigate my neighbours and find out as much as possible about them”

 

For nine consecutive days I spend the majority of my time in my room, glued to the desk at the window, meticulously documenting every movement in the apartment building I lived in. I photographed, I listened, I gathered evidence, I made assumptions. At the end of my investigation I had a lot of material, however none of it was of any significance. In short: I had found out nothing.

 

I decided to make the project into a book, but instead of including any real evidence, I choose to use only photographs that I took of myself and my environment, while I was conducting my inquiries. The pictures on the left side are excerpts of the book.