After listening to the article, I have ascertained that the life of a IRL streamer with a following is a doomed existence, a life so alien to my personal principles. I also cannot fathom the mental and emotional stress that comes with devoting my every day to appeasing viewers of your life on camera. But for the sake of hypothesis, imagining myself as a career vlogger/streamer helps to put things in perspective and not be so abhorrent to this kind of post-Black Mirror point in reality. My fantastical life as an IRL streamer performance artists occurs in a parallel universe where artists can sustain a living through livestreaming their work. My performance would be similar to Tehching Hsieh, who locked himself in a wooden cage resembling a prison cell for a year. The piece was documented by photos taken of Hsieh every day of that year. In my performance, I’d lock myself in a metal cage with only a bed, toilet, sink, and a stack of books. My imprisonment would be inside a studio space at a location undisclosed to me. I would have a friend bring me food and conversation everyday and I would allow one visitor for one day per week. As one who enjoys performance art , I’d want to log into the stream myself, out of sheer curiosity. For others, I cannot say. It is like an even more bizarre Truman Show. Of course, this all occurs in my special universe where my earnings are not dependent on viewership. My major problem with the streamer life, as articulated in the Ice Poseidon article, is the lopsided power dynamic of the viewer over the performer, so my performance would strive to subvert that. In this instance, the viewer would have zero power over my stream and I can bask in my self solitude all I want.