a hoard, recovered — depth 10 928 m

kanojolove

She is kept here. Sealed in brine and brass. Every token she ever left, dragged down where the light gives up — catalogued, labelled, never returned.

descend ↓

II — the hoard

fragment / found in lining of coat

I wasn't going to say it.

Then you turned around and I forgot how to be a person about it.

pressed kombu

rishiri kombu, 09.04

specimen 7 — the lure

she does this. she leaves a light on.

overheard / transcribed verbatim
  • “you keep things you shouldn't keep”
  • “don't put me in a jar”
  • “...you already did, didn't you”
tidepool, mapped sea glass — 3 a ring (hers?) silt & teeth
magnetic tape, degraded

for K. — side B

photograph / emulsion lost to salt
— missing —

us, the pier, 1997

cor / annotated ← aorta pulmonary → left atrium
marginalia, p.214
“Some things you love by keeping them where no one can take them. That is also how you lose them.”
sea glass — sorted by hue

she'd hold these up to the light. every time.

signature / verso of postcard

— yours, more than you knew

voice memo / unplayed
0:47

III — the specimen wall

item 01

lock of hair, dark, tied with fishing line

item 02

polaroid, 1997 — image dissolved, frame intact

item 03

her left earring (the right was never found)

item 04

voice memo, 0:47 — never played

item 05

a movie ticket, the film forgotten, the date not

item 06

sea glass × 3, sorted by colour and by year

item 07

a single fish bone, kept for no reason she'd admit

item 08

the word “okay”, said in a way that meant the opposite

item 09 — deaccessioned

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