Investigation: Collecting vs. Curating

by Marisa Siegel

Words that you don’t remember writing. She finds this all the time. These are sometimes nonsense and sometimes the truth.

If she is always investigating, there is no time. If you remove time, you have only the empty space you will continue to inhabit, until you do not.

To sit and have a conversation. To consider where here and there will settle, on her shoulders but within what space? Talking about walls, talking about ceilings, considering the air. Which settles as it will, then moves against.

If she is you then you’ve hit the wall. Does that require a turn, or turnaround? Have you figured for the difference?

If there is a story, are stories, in the invisible cuts, the very present memories, if there is a recurring idea that is a we.

(Collecting experiences is not the same things as curating them.)

If this is only for her, she is happy. But it can’t be, and she is not. If you only remember the sleep, if only reach, trying.

A window opens, again: There it sits, waiting for you on a bench in the space you feel most safe. In the space you existed before. In a space that exists outside of time, so that even when time is removed, the space stands, still. A blackboard, a schoolyard joke, a walk around the block, a lightness of being. An unremembered moment. A secret that sticks, still.

A window opens, again: A brushing, a quick investigating of a reality that can only exist middle of night, when you should be sleeping. How many should have been sleepings make up this story?

To consider settling. Settling, repeated over and over again. To make a list of the repeated words: circle, line, bench, basement, settle, home.