Mysterious diagonal amber folding screen, covered in sparrows and anxiety. Memory of a projection booth, cut film. Invisible auditorium, amplifying footfalls. Behind the screen, there is a secret. Lightness of lines living and flowing. Short story with description of sunbeam. Thin empty cardboard frames, broken. Punctured old weekend, leaking time. Space, it seems, can never be filled. Scabs and cotton, intermingled under the bed. Always between degrees of a monster. Stretches the spine, a bookcase leaning. Pocket circus and pocket carnival. Historic interference in social polygons. Mesozoic stairwell through old nets. This wingless bird cannot fly. Notion of a quiet movement upon the screen. Notion of meaningless clarity fading. This animal of old life.