A squared bedroom. One wooden, beige door , old broken lock. One light bulb. White are the walls and its rays. One high, small, rectangular window in the middle of the wall facing the door. One big bed. Side bed drawer. Another lamp. Blue, and it matches the bed sheets: blue and grey stripes. Two cables, one heater. The floor is wooden. Scattered clothes and heavy mochilas impose their dominion on the territory that no wooden part can be seen. Amid the occupation of things, lies a person and skims through a book. The book is collection of memories and imagez she likes page number 23 featuring an image of Goya ” rinde el sueño”. She writes in a blue journal about the beauty she has witnessed throughout the day: beauty of trees, of paintaings, of his eyes. She also writes that the author has stopped the flux of words describing her, and that words have stopped being written. The door opens. Space barges in. Only if she knew the tendency of spaces to occupy and being occupied.
September 2017
AICHA BINT YUSIF 