Books Images for “Proust In Central District”
posted by November 8 at 10:37 AMon
Framed by the window of my apartment’s bedroom is a cluster of townhouses that are under construction. I have no idea of the exact day or moment that these unfinished townhouses entered the view of my window; nor do I have an idea of the house or building they’re replacing. I have no idea why I have no idea of what was there before.
A block away from my apartment on 26th Avenue South and South Jackson Street stands a brand-new cluster of townhouses. This time last year, a small house stood in this place. It was white, fenceless, and gloomy. Its front yard was a mess of wild grass and dead leaves. A deaf satellite dish stood on the right side of its rotting roof. People lived in this sad place, but they never left or entered it. The only noise that came from the home was the bark of a dog that never encountered the world beyond the black bars on the windows.
As for this image, image three:
This building refuses to go and to work. It just wants to be a building; a place for nothing; a space for space.