Om zeven uur?
Slapen.
Ring.
Hello.
Hello. This is Isabelle. How are you?
Asleep.
Goodbye.
Goodbye.
This dialogue, this true story was recorded by Ray Johnson in The Paper Snake in 1965 and it served to tell visitors that during the night of 8 March—sixty years later—Rib was be open from 23:00 until 07:00 the next morning. Eight hours straight. A good night’s wake. Not an event, not nothing, an exhibit. It was watched over. One could ring at the door.
You were invited
