Between memory and forgetting, traces gather like translucent layers. (Do Ho Suh、ス・ドホ)

What do doorknobs, switches, and walls remember when we leave?

The Dwelling That Travels

A doorknob,taken out of its package,finds its own wayinto someone’s dwelling.

Knock, knock —a handle waits to be gripped,swilling gentlyto let the outside air in.

An electric switch —click, click —lets power flow,and a lampshadelearns the warmth of light.

Perhaps a homedoes not belongto a single, permanent place.It drifts,riding countless waves,yet if you listen carefully,you might hear it —calling your namefrom far away.

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A doorknob taken out from a package

Finds its own way of taking a part of someone’s dwelling

A sound of “Knock, knock”

Then a door handle awaits to be touched/gripped, Swilling to open a door, softly to let outside air into a space

An electric switch

Click click

Enabling electric power to coming through to lit an electric bulb so a lump shade feels warmth

A place where a home belongs may not exist in a permanent location as it constantly moves, riding numerous waves ,,, but if you carefully “listen” to it, it is calling your name from far away.

記憶と忘却のあわいに、透ける層が静かに重なっていく。