Shadow stretching as the sun pours across the table through an unseen window, translucent in its suggested presence. This setting hints that the house is in the north. A table clock, rested hands, no longer in the action of drinking, time is made still, once as the pause in a raising or falling tick, secondly by the photograph. Empty containers trace a human pattern. Morning, afternoon, night. The day has been used, emptied out. Discarded, a momentary fetish now forgotten, the place left behind, an arrangement of when the conscious object became unconscious.
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