ten letters. written on the back rest of a bench
i-c-h-w-a-r-h-i-e-r
a dog‘s bark, a dull laughter
the sound of a car in the distance

searching for small traces
searching for a hint.

-zip-
jacket zipped.
it‘s always a little fresher up here
——

quiet corner/
tap, tap, on the muddy ground
pebbles crunch under your shoes
(quiet, quiet)
try not to leave a trace,
not to leave a hint
——

short nod, gaze down
hello, mr. w.

in this place you greet each other (the younger one greets first)

Text by Lucie Gallas & Leon Mörmann
Curated by Sophie Lindt & Frederic Maier
Images: © Courtney Jaeger