Zerobit

(This is the most recent piece in a project that begins here.)

You’re about due.
Is that why you’re sitting in that chair?
Hm? The chair isn’t important.
Does this mean you’re a visitor.
Is that a question?
No.
Surrounded by the tiniest icons
A life filled with iconography and alcohol
And the names of people
I don’t ever lose the names here, in this place.
Yeah.
The definitions, boundaries, channels…
Yeah.
Pause
I like the surfaces in this room.
What?
I could take a mold of just the surface formed by all the objects.
Strewn
Thrown
Carefully placed
Etcetera
Is that how it is now, where you consider your second drink.
Something about prediction, making an educated guess.
Is that what you call it.
Never-mind.
There are errors at the corners between spaces
The image isn’t recorded
It’s discarded every time
Information in
Scanned
Purged
I understand the compulsion though.
Do you.
To stay.
Are you saying you want to stay?
I’m saying I understand the compulsion.
Stare
Nothing more is said on the matter
I won’t press it
And here at the zenith, I am peering through a window
I don’t like it
The framing
The reduction
The preventative measure that affords expenditure in other, less important spaces
I guess I’m lucky.
Yes. Yes you are. You don’t know the half of it.