Curtain + Maze

Still thinking deeply about curtains. Nat’s van had these tiny curtains to cover over the sliding windows. I have a room in my mind. 30 foot high curtains, folds so deep your sense of direction is swallowed. In the folds of this giant room strangers meet each other, are pushed into one another by the waves of cloth. No one has the same exit out of the room and you cannot leave together. The walls are glass and glimmers of different light crack in. From one wall, a gentle dawn breaking, and from the opposite the moon reflecting off a bay or lake, and the third the purple pink haze of an unvisited forest completely unimpacted, and the last wall the light of the darkness of space pulled through the fabric, clawed through like fingers trying to reach everyone inside. How you enter the room is unclear, where you may have been before is unremembered. Only the big folds of cloth provide you purpose. The top so high up. How the folds are suspended is hidden and climbing never lets you ascend more than a few feet off the ground. Get to the wall but you cannot take anyone with you, despite the cloth entangling you. Outside the windows, beside the light, what awaits you? What are the curtains covering? What is being kept from you? What is the cloth trying to keep you here for? There is a warmth, a safeness, as the seams grab your shoulders, would it be better to find your way to the wall or to sit suspended in the weight of the cloth curtains. Someone may find you, cling to you, wrap the curtain tightly around you both and ignore the light.