This weekend’s The New York Times Magazine talks about the latest in ephemeral literature:
Most artists spend their careers trying to create something that will live forever. But the writer Shelley Jackson is creating a work of literature that is intentionally and indisputably mortal. Jackson is publishing her latest short story by recruiting 2,095 people, each of whom will have one word of the story tattooed on his or her body. The story, titled "Skin," will appear only on the collective limbs, torsos and backsides of its participants. And decades from now, when the last of Jackson’s "words" dies, so, too, will her tale.