A meeting with our faded time. A non linear time, which jerks chronologically. Traces emerged and sedimented on walls do set up the semi-mobile state of memory. The roomโs dense void accumulates dust of past times, luminous matter which loses form. (De)signs of time at work.
A body is in dialogue with ghosts, it merges with the background, and it moves within the gap from the surface. A body that takes shape by losing it.
As we were retracing our steps, we could not find them anymore.
An environment, inhabited by specific objects: cups and their reflective surface, wallpaper, and a figure wandering around.
Close absences. Coming back and not finding. What came over then, now is burnt and scattered.
All their present absence is marked on the wall. Memory relocators or walled memories. Is what happened erased by what succeeds? Without successors. What glory then for posterity?