In 1919, an ailing Franz Kafka wrote a letter to his father. In it he put his anger, his fear, his guilt, his loneliness, his ingratitude, his debt, his despair, his joy, his pride, his confusion, his laughter, his hate, his memory, his shame, his tears, his disgust at everything his father represented and his profound hope that he might one day measure up to such a remarkable man. The letter never reached its destination. Now, live from quarantine, you are invited to a curious event — part YouTube meltdown, part hidden-camera show, part seance — as we attempt to deliver it at last.
LETTER TO MY FATHER is a browser-based experience performed in a zone monitored by multiple cameras, each of which broadcasts live over the internet.
The audience watches via a multiplex interface, allowing each viewer to take their own perspective on the event.