First i discovered that the absence of something can be really present for me in its tension. Afterwards I was looking at a books presence in an other way. A presence which is there because the book was not true to it’s own individual format. It was odd.
Now I am standing in front of the library and I’m waiting for a book. I’m waiting for a person who will bring that special book back to the library. It will change from absence to presence and because of that it will catch my attention. It is Wednesday the 2nd of December, 13.08 h and i saw this book returning to the library – ready to be recognised again.