The Dallas Wall
None of the Screens Agree
A wall of monitors, each on a different episode, none of them in sync. The same man is young on one and gray on another. The room holds no single moment, only overlap.
The Dallas Wall
The Dallas Wall
The Bare Patches Between
The wall is not covered. Pale rectangles of drywall still show between the monitors. The plan is corner to corner, and I have not let myself do the arithmetic all the way out.
The Dallas Wall
Onions and the Other Room
The origin of the wall: years of reruns running behind the stove while onions went soft in a pan. The whole thing is an attempt to stand inside that evening again.
The Dallas Wall
Two Clocks, One Room
One screen loops a dinner scene while the kettle comes up to boil. The fictional evening cycles faster than the real one, and neither clock watches the other.
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Another Room Talking
The dialogue drifts out of the office and becomes household weather. Half-heard arguments and theme music as furniture, the words less important than the fact of a room talking somewhere.
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The Room That Was for Paperwork
A home office, meant for bills and folders, quietly taken over by the wall. The desk is under there still. It is not the reason for the room anymore.
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Three of the Same Man, One Pot of Beans
The wall shows the same face on three screens at three different ages, all of them arguing, while a pot of beans comes slowly up to heat in the next room.
The Dallas Wall
The Wall That Runs on Dallas
A home office where old episodes play across a grid of monitors, each on a different hour, none of them agreeing. The room is set up to rebuild an evening, not to watch a show.