Both cell phone conversations and YouTube videos destabilize the identity of self and other and eliminate origin and site, unearthing imaginative possibilities arising from these slippages and gaps. While searching online for an expert on darkhouse ice fishing and the murky light emitted from holes in the ice, Johnson found an ice fisherman in Minnesota. Every week, after studying YouTube videos of ice fishing holes in preparation, she would get inside a light-tight cardboard box outside her apartment in Oakland, call Tom, and listen as he guided her in chiseling a hole and letting the light in. As their conversations unfold in Hole (2013), their seemingly disparate circumstances merge and intersect in unexpected ways.