In Here

This is what the visitors experience when first entering the closet - darkness being the only thing barely visible, they become hyper-aware of here and now.

They explore the space by repetitively blinking their eyes, standing still waiting for something to happen if any, reaching their hands to the air, calling my name which is not responded, etc. After a while, they realize that there’s someone else in the space, either by slowly starting to be able to see or by hearing some movement.

Yes, that is me.

We stand here, facing each other, silently. It is strange at first to be with someone in such a dark, small space, without talking. Unlike the physical silence between us, we experience busy conversation inside each of us. The distance between us fluctuates. I hold your hands, one from above and the other below yours.

Again, we are busy in silence

You apologized for having brought your apple inside, simply felt strange, thought it was funny that I couldn’t stay still but kept swaying, felt uncanny already from being in the space but even more from holding hands, were occupied with trust issue for a moment, prayed, meditated, wished me well, secretly told me that I was beautiful, and presumably felt unpleasant as an amputee.

At some point during the quiet conversation, I let go of your hands. You thought it was time to leave.

I’m in here in this conversation.