Dancer from the Dance
Well, these personalities had vanished and now the house was empty. And as I wondered through, I felt a guilty pleasure I have always known in places the crowd has departed — a dormitory room on graduation day, a church after mass, bungalows by the sea when the season is past. There was something mute and eloquent about such places, as if they were speaking a very old tale of loss, futility, and peace. Post offices in small towns, late at night …
I am reminded of the exquisite work of Geoffrey James Entrance & Exits: The Garden as Theatre, Agnes Etherington Art Centre, Queen’s University, Kingston, Ontario, 1984.
And so for day 1694