ABSTRACT
fragments of walls, curtains, a desk, chair, lamp, a flurry of confetti, and bits of fabric whirl aimlessly for a time but eventually find a single direction with a determined velocity, a few shards of vinyl records and largely intact parts of a record player, a box of yarn rewinds and collects, an alarm clock and a blanket all reconstitute in the center of the performance space books stack themselves, papers collate the room reappears a suspended moment: a feeling of expectation time hangs in the air two people enter the space in reverse taking places in the chair and on the edge of the desk it is very quiet, the audience feels a shimmering between the two as if something profound has just been said
