About the work

She comes here every night, just to watch the screens. Her sister, sitting beside her, doesn't always join, but tonight she did. There’s a particular camera feed, the one showing the loading dock, that she finds especially captivating. It’s always empty, always still, but she waits. Sometimes, she whispers the names of the ships she sailed on, years ago, when the dock was a bustling port. She still believes, in the quiet hum of this room, that one of them might just appear, even if only on a screen.