This is where art goes to die.

Like the event horizon, beyond which nothing can be seen, like it's just a void.

I don't know how to play the game so I remain as I am- invisible. Does this mean I win something else? Integrity? Because I don't shamelessly promote myself like some sort of whore or something?

No. I just lose because I'm too afraid to say "notice me!" loudly enough. I whisper. My presence is unfelt, unseen, unmissed- likewise the art: does this make me some kind of uber-artist who works solely for himself, truly? For his own satisfaction alone? Or does it mean I'm a failed artist, unable to muster any sort of response from, well, anyone?

...Both? Neither?

I could leave my phone number here and have no concerns about it being seen or taken by anyone malevolent. And my address. My mothers maiden name. Her mothers maiden name.

Fuck the game.