the room is getting more messed up by the day. fuzzy balls cover the floor. ragged streamers are hanging low from the ceiling. chairs are knocked over and musical instruments are turned on. an audible hum comes across the speakers. it feels like we walked in on a party that finished about an hour ago. a video image covers the back wall. it is the street corner outside the room. we see the image of someone waving to us. although we don’t meet, this is goodbye.