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| Yard Sale in front of Apartment Complex |
This dark room on the second story above the parking garage looks out on a series of windows where you can finally see the street in a tiny square of distant glass. In one room, a ring is slipped on a finger; in another, a hand reaches up from the floor to touch the dress of a woman ironing a shirt; in the most distant room, a hand is lifted from a coffin and grasped for a long time. Beyond the last room, someone in the street is being chased by a man with a knife, and you struggle to escape, dashing up an escalator that creaks and teeters and takes you toward the clouds; you enter a bathroom and realize there are no stalls and you are surrounded by people; you gallop away and fall into water and can't move--you suddenly realize that each experience is actually projected onto a screen from different places in the walls. Some sensations and words keep reappearing like beliefs, layered with associations and feelings; others disappear, perhaps forever. Occasionally you search for the source of the projections, finding nothing except a light under the door (which is probably also a projection)--and you finally turn back to the screen.
Room 206 has four other doors. Choose one.
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