When Is It Art?

By Diana Wagman

“Person A, say hello.”

“Hello,” I said.

I was speaking into my cell phone and hoping my reception didn’t crap out, as it does sometimes at home. I had signed up to participate for an hour in an odd kind of pandemic theater. Two strangers call a phone number. A robotic voice answers and tells us a story, stopping intermittently to ask us unrelated questions.  

“Person B, describe where you’re sitting.”

I found the whole exchange remarkable. I knew nothing about ...