I currently live in a house alone. A girl I know moved to her boyfriend's and she has already paid the contract until January, so, she allowed me to stay in the house in a sort of sub-rent.
Alright. The point is that sometimes, at different days and different hours, the landlady come inside this house because it has to be shown to people that could potentially rent it from January.
Alright. The point is that the landlady mustn't know that I'm actually living there.
As a consequence, not only do I get out of home as early as possible in the morning and come back as late as possible, but I do have to erase my presence, that is to say, when the girl texts me that at a certain hour in a certain day there’ll come the landlady I must disappear and leave the house as clean as possible.
Of course there are signs of me in the house: my toothbrush is in the bathroom and my glasses are on the table. There are my knickers on the edge of the bath and on the floor there are hairs of mine. Also the moka in the kitchen and the tuna cans on the shelves are mine. It’s my bag that hangs on the handle of the door. It’s my hand that cleans up, cooks, does the dishes, makes the bed and leaves fingerprints on the mirror.
So I actually disappear but I’m there. I don’t hide, I dissimulate. I don’t produce presence, I produce absence. And if performance is presence, what is absence?

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