Inside the window, the human will stand, a light gently flickers, There's a resolution in the bright. Through the window, the sound of tapping, a sneaking in or climbing out, Breaking into the murky past. Outside the window, the view into the blue, a street, garden or bay, There's a mystery in the void. But what if there were no windows? the future world never found, a reflection of a mirror-less soul, No freedom for the mind. By Lise Olsen
“The sensation of the eerie clings to certain kinds of physical spaces and landscape….. The weird becomes untendered from any naturalisation or sense of homeliness.” Mark Fisher
copyright © Olsen 2020
The story begins with the voice of the land, seen through a window beyond our reflection. A threshold or portal into the other world, the land will guide us into sound and light.