The Soul selects her own society,
then Shuts the door.
e. dickinson

Friday, July 13, 2007

7226 Newcastle St., Reseda. Ca. 91335


It is a house of seven bedrooms, seven forms of mental disabilities; each room to a form unknown. Each are housed in a body whose frame exposes limitation on the inside. A woman dresses herself blindly; her eyeglasses punctuate the dark, in the dark, she is surrounded by voices; the others who speak in a catalogue of textures. Turn the page, we are standing in a speech made of wood, it is a male. She has never seen a tree, or a man, all her life; this life that gets dressed as if she could actually see, browses through drawers for a green shirt with her hand, sensing green in the shadow that the man leaves behind. I close my eyes to understand what she is looking for and walk around her room to imitate what is happening in her mind, in the afternoon, when no one's around.

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