23:12:02

At night
I can hear you in the other room
in the voice of who I could have been.
Your muffled grunts,
her stifled breath,
You lay in bed,
Your lights left off.
If I look
your faded hair
And angled back,
The sheets still folded,
The night stand and wallet.
I’ll watch you go
When a breeze comes in,
Or a car goes by,
And your shadow calls outside.
I lost you when I close my eyes
And I left that self behind.
So why can’t I say goodbye yet?

VHS Tape: 1989

Dad: it is a little warm up here
Mom: okay… phew oh boy it is ever hot, it must be 100 degrees… here is the third floor bathroom, and in here, oh they installed the shower. That’s nice.
Dad: I like the way it’s facing too.
Mom: yeah, it looks good… this will be the view from the bathroom.. not right now sweety.
Dad: it’s the best view in the house.
Mom: honey please.. yes of course, Okay, and-
Dad: I think these will be nice rooms.
Mom: Oh I see they framed out the stairway that looks good… If you do that one more time that’s it. .. alright just a minute… now we are going to take a peek out the sky light, see what we can see out here… not a whole lot.

Seeing is Forgetting the Name of the Thing One Sees

Robert Irwin: Light and Space 2007.


“It is not a question of why: you won’t find an answer justifiable. It is a question of to what effect”
-Juan Rulfo

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