LID

… in the room to see something. The look that flips through the floor and walls goes where nothing can be seen. From above, I await the encounter with the eye that seeks. They are the threshold between the eye of the other and the loss of the eye … and I close the room, I cover myself up to give the room a visual volume.

In the adjacent room a flow of images, the same ones that my eyes have seen.

On the one hand the action, on the other the same, seen from the eyes of the act. All that remains of me is the wandering gaze of those I have underneath.