Tzafun

sketchfab

The space is shrouded in darkness. What has transpired within these walls before? The window barely cracks open, offering a glimpse of the outside world. A mishap occurred and something was ejected from a vehicle. The block is cordoned off. Toy R Us is liquidating, with goods spilling into the sewers. Emergency responders gesture frantically. And days turn into weeks spent in bed. My father would often remark… Not every moment warrants an explanation or deserves to be shared. We refer to this period as hidden, yet it's actually a time of revelation. There are two types of memories: those we can verbalize and others that reside within our physical being. The recollections I have with you remain locked in my body. We would dash around the house, removing pillows, peeking behind the TV. Unraveling wires, inspecting family photos on the mantle. My mom asks if we're jinxed. I agree, something is amiss. I tried to convey to her that all we need to do is slow down. Breathe deeply. Recall what's concealed within my body.