What exactly is a hole? The question arrives like a compulsion. Is the body a hole? The nostril? The anus? The belly button? The answer depends on who you ask. A doctor will tell you one thing. A topologist, another. A dominatrix, perhaps another. The point here is not to pin it down. Instead, I wondered how I could become a worker of the hole? Tending it, stretching it, fetishizing it, so that I could theorize with and through it?