DIALOGUE

three dresses, Jan Hinderson

SONIA NICHOLSON

LAURIE KUNTZ

ELANA WOLFF

Spectral It’s possible to believe in a calmanonymous kind of life. A modest home in an older, well-kept quarter of the city. A couch for lounging and reading on, watching what transpires out the window. A lamp, its circle of private light, casting its eye on your pages. Laundry on the fauteuil, dresses hanging to dry. Outside, daily droppings on the pansies in the window boxes: pigeons roosting in the eaves and soffitsdelivering dirt. There’s hardly any way to put an end to it. The folks across the alley have a spunky Weimaraner. The daughter takes him out four times a day. You’d exchange hellos, if you crossed each other’s path. Out of view and earshot are the marchers in their thousands. They’ve occupied the streets and squares for weeks. Citizens who have a stake in their lives here.It’s possible to believe in a quiet spectral kind of life. No one really sees you coming and going, and where you’re not
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