Rounding a corner from a gallery exhibition Walking up a ramp with no destination Black tiled floor Grey cement walls Polished silver handrails Blinking white floor lights Triangular window looking down on fern palms in a secret garden below No paintings or people visible in the crowded museum Silence only my own footsteps and the distant click clack of someone’s high heels
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Tracking the Human: nobody's a long time 