The house · the visitor's book
You were here.
every gallery keeps a book by the door. leave one line - what you felt, where you sat, who you thought of. that's all it asks.
it's in the book now. thank you for walking through.
the garden remembers everyone who passes through - touch a flower to read its line.
The book
in the hands that wrote them
the first page is blank - someone has to be first.
keep walking · the lab