She is left holding a handful of threads, or she looks at the charcoal smudges on her hands and not at the drawing, and she repeats sentences taken from a character in a novel. The story has a sequence and a logic. They filter the passage of water. She seeps through the fibres. He is divided.
Words fill the empty room.
I am made and remade continually. Agamben, G., The Coming Community , University of Minnesota Press, USA, 1993. Woolf, Virginia, The Waves , Penguin Books, England, 1973. Butler, A., Screen , 33.1, Spring, Oxford University Press, UK 1992. Woolf, op.cit , p 17.