Warhol asked us to step beside ourselves. To separate ourselves from the ideas. He finds that easy to do. You want me to step beside myself – easy – I will separate myself by the arm’s length of elbow to phone. It’s how long, maybe a meter. I bring the phone closer to my ear, place it on the table, the idea is no further or closer. It remains, as it always will in another space, as individual of its author. I argue with the phone as it argues with me. Sometimes literally I suppose, as Siri interrupts the serosity of my plea. It’s the idea of being a little out of sync. Of not knowing of being confounded by an idea. The phone is good at that, but to be constantly stepping aside means to lose the original grasp of an idea. The thought extended and misconstrued, only to be retweeted as an another version of the original. To be side by side with the idea you agree with and its opposition. Why be next to the opposition. Who sits beside his opposition?