Dead Letter mail 2010

Waiting has disappeared from our lives. It turns out that the pause between two events was in itself the most important event in life. It was, and remains, necessary like the space between words, which breaks up a continuous text in to meaningful chunks.

But the more important thing about waiting is not its differentiating function but its uniting function. Waiting is a time tunnel, through which we journey from the past to the future. It’s a womb in which our wishes are borne.

A person writes a letter. The entire process is the twists and turns of waiting. Every letter received is a greeting from the past.

Our past is a space ship which has journeyed to the stars. We no longer write letters. We’ve lost the ability to write, forgotten the address. But we can try to write Poste Restante. And thus return to ourselves at least the process of waiting.