X2 - 2011 MOCA Taipei version
"What is the most horrifying thing you can imagine to have two identical copies of in the world?" She suddenly asked me. She was a common looking woman who had a round face with black hair. The only special thing about her was gloomy shadow over her pale eyes. Until she came to talk to me, in the gallery, I had never especially noticed her, such a common looking woman. Anyway, she suddenly appeared in front of me and started to unfold a very strange story, which I have never imagined to hear. The rest of the story has been written exactly as she said it. For convenience, I will call her just X.
It was five months ago when X started to invigilate a gallery space in MOCA. It was not a big deal for X to invigilate the space. All she had to do was spend her days sitting at the corner of the gallery. The only thing that she had to ensure was to be invisible in order to help spectators concentrate on the artworks - for example, she had to breathe as little as she could and make herself as small as possible, always wearing dark color dress- and to be inaudible so as to prevent spectators' unnecessarily misunderstanding a work- X was not to present her personal opinion in any situation, but she was allowed to say only 4 sentences, 'do not touch art works', 'no food, beverage and chewing gum', ‘no flashlight and tripod while photographing’, and ‘a large bag must be checked’. For 5 months, nothing special had happened to X, and it seemed doubtless that anything would not happen after as well. In this way, X had been spending her days more and more invisibly, in deep silence like a particle of dust in MOCA.
"But, it was on the day when my life in the space of a moment was suddenly turned upside down", X said in quivering voice.
One day, she accidentally looks around the gallery space and sees a woman who is sitting at the corner of the other side of the gallery. She looks bored and lonely. She must surely be another invigilator, X thinks. X watches her for a while. At that moment, the lonely looking woman lifts her head, so X can she her face. "aaahhhhk!" X makes a short and very sharp screams. The audiences in the gallery who did not even notice that she was there suddenly frown at her. However, they go back to their business of appreciating an artwork again. What astonished X was… the face of the woman. Her. Face. Was. Exactly. Same. As. X's. Face! X cannot believe her eyes. There is no doubt she has exactly the same face as X's. The same round face and same black hair. Exactly, identically alike! X feels such a huge shock, unlike anyone has ever experienced. Now, she feels every single hair standing up on end and her legs begin to shake.
From that day, X has suffered from insomnia. X cannot begin to accept the fact that there are two of her in the same city, even working in the same space. X feels like she has had a heart attack and thinks that her existence means nothing anymore. She spends her days in agony and anxiety. X finally concludes that this is not something that she can ignore any longer. She believes it will be better for her to let the woman know X exists and to figure out who is a copy of whom.
The next day after she made the decision, she looks for a good time to go and talk to her. X isn’t still sure how to start conversation. It is at this moment that the woman at the other side corner of the gallery totally turns her head straight towards X and stares at her. Without any expression and without a single movement, she is just staring at X. She even begins to try and say something to X, who is shivering in horror and fear. X tries to read her lips. ' Fo.O.?' After a while, X understands what is going on between them; the same looking woman with X has already known X's existence, and she is now saying to X ' Fuck. Off.' Now, X feels like everything is being absorbed into shinning white light. And then her head aches heavily, as if somebody is hammering a nail into her head. She thinks she may throw up.
"So, I decided to finish everything...." X said to me with empty eyes.
X now is facing a man sitting in the café next to MOCA, who has strong sharp eyes. "You must do this for me. Please attack her face. Do not make a mistake. Squash her face like mashed potatoes. Crush it... Crush it... Until there is nothing left. So that no one will see her face again..." As X talks to him, she bites her lips nervously. And then, after long silence, she opens her mouth again. "Look at my face carefully. This woman has exactly the same face as mine. She even does the same job as me. Imprint my face on your mind and never forget what I look like. Remember, there will be no room for a mistake." X stands up after he nods to show he understands everything and slowly staggers out from the cafe.
"It was yesterday that I met him and asked him to eliminate her. I guess everything will be back to normal as before soon..." X said, giving a cold look to a corner of the gallery. She murmured again, "things just happened... there was nothing else that I could do..."
What X had told me left me very confused, so I wanted to talk with her one more time. I also thought I should ask what happened after. However, unfortunately, I could not meet her again. She seemed to have completely disappeared. However none of the people in MOCA noticed her absence. They didn't even seem to remember who X was. Some people said they saw her a while ago, but no one was not sure it was when and it was her.
After that, whenever I see invigilators in MOCA, I try to check their face. Where has X gone? What happened to the two women? Have you ever seen anybody who looks like her or them? Can you see something? Can you find her?
X2 - 2011台北當代藝術館版
當她下定決心，隔天便想找個好時機告訴對方，X不太確定該怎麼開啟對話。當坐在另一端的女子抬起頭來盯著X看的時候，她既沒表情也沒動作地看著。而或她似乎想對X說什麼，X感到恐懼而發抖，並試著想讀她的唇，"Fo. O.？"過了一會兒，X明白發生什麼事了，對方已經知道了她的存在而且還跟她說了"Fuck. Off." 此刻，X覺得好像所有事情都被吸進一道白色光芒之中，她的頭劇烈疼痛，好像有人拿鐵鎚想把釘子敲進她腦裡，她覺得快吐了。
X現在正坐在當代館旁邊的咖啡裡，面對一個男人，他眼神銳利。"你得幫我做這件事，去攻擊她的臉，不要失誤，像馬鈴薯泥一樣打爛她的臉，敲碎...敲碎...直到沒有人能夠認出她是誰為止。" X一邊告訴他，一邊緊張地咬著嘴唇。然後，過了一陣漫長的沉默，她再次開口。"你好好看著我的臉，她的臉跟我一模一樣，還跟我做一樣的工作，把這張臉植入你腦海裡，永遠別忘記我長什麼樣子，記得! 絕對不可以失誤!" X起身，男人點頭表示自己的理解然後錯身緩緩步出咖啡。
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