Photographer: Mikael Jansson
This image gnaws at me like time torments a sinner. It is the itch one
can't reach, a book with the last chapter torn out.
A veritable enigma.
I study and I see another casket on a pedestal to the right of the tracks
as well, yet it seems open...though I know not what is within. There is
a candle and vague objects atop the closed one.
Is this a vigil? A protest? A memorial? And what purpose do these
funerary boxes flank the dolly tracks…tracks that end at a movable wall,
a docking bay, a shipping/receiving door?
I look for an answer to my questions within the letters upon the shade
above the plant…they are backwards, I think.
Tysta rum av tid
But I do not know the language. And the surrounding elements offer no
help. If only I could tap the lone figure on the shoulder, ask a few discreet
questions, share the Moment. Maybe there is a flier in the handbag. An
explanation on the lips. An understanding passed between eyes.
I am lost.
Hands & face against the glass.
An outsider looking in.
But a Roaring Silence, I think.
Matthew T. Joyce ( Silence)
Picture first published at the F blog: 11 November 2006