Unknown ceilings.

Indiscreet eyes of our sleep, a silent voyeurism,
a blushing plaster of our motion, too malicious sometimes, too innocent at others.

A mute observer of the slow fading
of two bodies.


Family members, friends, lovers and strangers are collected in a photo-album even though their bodies are not present. instead it is their disappearance that is recounted, silently observed from the ceilings. an instant catalogued with date, time and place.