I’m not sure about this experiment
as it seems impossible to land on
your point. Here I am, going about
my daily routine, as if there is one,
the carousel clicks, and a new image
appears on the off-white wall in front
of me. What might this scene be?
And who are the characters that
inhabit it? The projection of the
negative image is in black and white,
so it is likely one of my grandmother’s,
handed down to me several years back.
I stare into the lit rectangular patch on
my wall, trying to ascertain any of what
might be transpiring, scrutinizing the
hues for a hint at a particular decade,
screwing my focus in on each of the
several faces, one by one, trying to
see in each any significant character
istic and, as objectively as possible,
trying to catch a glimmer of similarity or
familiarity until I am left craving any con
nection I might have with the faraway
place that’s lit before me, or either face.
