Ariane Koch

And I’m still here. Living like a tomb-keeper among things I don’t own that are increasingly falling to pieces.

My parents may have left but their way of occupying architectural space remains.

4In the place where the visitor came from, he no longer is. In the place where he was, there is now only a non-him. In the place where the visitor no longer is, someone is dealing with a gap, an empty space, possibly a pulsating empty space. Someone finds him- or herself confronted with the visitor’s absence. Someone is possibly baffled, possibly sad, possibly happy about it.

I am the oldest fossil of all, and I hate this small town so much that I’ll have my revenge on it by never actually leaving, even if I constantly act like I’m about to.

Since someone who only talks about staying has really, on the inside, long since left already, right?

Everyone could go away and never stay anywhere.

Everyone could stay, and in fact could stay exactly where they are right now.

. I remember how lying on the floor between all the people’s legs felt really nice.

If the house caught on fire, I wouldn’t take anything with me, but I also wouldn’t leave.

He should be my scientific experiment, mine alone.

Something’s not quite right about the visitor. That is to say, I know for certain that nothing is right about him.