film room 208, avenue of the poet rilke

1

fade to black and two cut-off images: a woman in front of a window—the gesture of gathering her hair from her face—and a smudged name like graffiti scrawled on the bridge at ronda. someone who looks like you across from the woman. a blink. the end of the gesture and the movement already washed-out and no longer there.

2

you refuse to speak, thinking of the tree on a small hill. you want to see it in the scene and so it appears.