A sixth text. This image is perhaps the most ephemeral of all the floor texts. It suggests absence to me, not presence. One can feel the absence of the writer. Perhaps these texts are about loss, and the passing away of things.
It is curious to look upon them now, at a time when I am unable to make visual art, or even to write very much. All has fled, and I am bereft of images, or words that shape images. The feeling of loss attends me constantly, and I do not know how to find that which is lost.