We were coming back to our steps, never to find them again. An appointment with our faded time. A nonlinear dimension 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, within and beyond a moving frame that encloses, in scale, gaps and distances. It spatializes memories and crystallizes postures.
An environment, inhabited by specific objects: cups and their reflective surface, wallpaper. Temporary assemblages, devices of mnemonic activation, a field of appearances and epiphanies.
Close absences. All their present absence is marked on the wall. Memory relocators or walled memories. Is what happened erased by what succeeds? Without successors. Will we remember these days, will we hold memory of them?