Imagine how strong this could be:
I display an exhibit of my journey through veganism, through mainly what I've written over time.
And as you walk through the exhibit, it becomes more and more dark and more despairing and depressing, until you get to the end, where I write:
אני מיואשת. לאף אחד לא אכפת מחיות
And then I'm there, the artist (this is opening night, and there are all sorts of people), and as they look at me
I stab myself in the heart
I share my fate with all those millions of animals.