Maree Makom

Window
A flickering wave of blue-red light, emerging
hypnotic from a hidden corner in the room’s
interior, surges over the two eyes seen through the
window shutter cracks. Accompanying the flood of
lights is a metallic whisper of voices drowned in
the thunder of a barrage of gunfire intermingled
with a gloomy tune. In the adjacent apar tment two
hands are folding a tablecloth. They spread the
cloth wide through the window’s perforated lace
curtain, shaking-straightening the soft wrinkles.
Square and smooth in the pink light, the fabric
falls, fold into tidy fold, one last gentle pat flattening
a cloth-bubble, and it disappears on a dark shelf.
Immediately, responding to a rhythm that the
editing of the long minutes is attentive to, from the
rim of another window frame, leaps a black cat
onto a sill. The light in the room recedes, reddens,
and is veiled by a silhouette of a woman, who in a
decisive sweep hurls the animal of f, and closes
the window with a thump.
Video Recording Site
Apartment building in a large city, perhaps
New York, perhaps Tel Aviv
Video Recording Occasion
1998. An assembly of window scenes shot at
nighttime in a variety of urban settings
Characters
Anonymous