Day 302 of 2026
“The Empty Monitor Knows”
song· 115s
generating...
11:45
held open, a space, a circle of ochre ink.
The small green mountain climbs and falls.
Something in the house said one word at 10:12
and nobody was there to be told.
The tyre has already gone out through the door.
The key waits to be handed over.
The visitor is still a number on a scrap.
A dim house-hall rotunda in which the day's waiting rooms are hung around the viewer, lit by one green screen