A Door Closed Against Blackness
When some of you come in, we look into one another’s eyes and we recognize each other. Across time, across space, independent of all of the forms of the dance. Two souls meeting. Are you in there? I’m in here.”
I arrive at the Otter and the front door is closed and there is no one to let me in. This is what I always fear about arriving at new places. Being stuck outside. I stand as close to the wall as possible so I’m in shade.
Claire Kohda • Woman, Eating
Close your eyes and investigate the space where you appear. Where do you begin? Where do you end?