About the work

It’s just you and the floor, now. The yellow slicker is a bright marker, but you know it’s not really for you; it’s just *there*. You’re not quite ready for the next thing, not yet, and the floor knows it too, absorbing all the hours that just left. The glove is waiting, not for you, but it’s still waiting. There’s a space between everything, and you’re standing in it.