The White Wall

Dec 2019

Voice-over


You are looking at a white wall. At first it is full of white, then you start to distinguish the different shades. This part of the wall is a little bit grey, and that part over there a little yellow. You start describing it with colours other than white. You remember that it is a wall, not just the colour white. The wall is cracked. Your gaze is chasing the crack to see its beginning and end, or its end and beginning. The order doesn't matter much. You go up, down, left and right - your eyes scan through the rest of the wall, and the light changes, the light that enters your eyes changes, and the crack disappears. You try to force yourself to stick to this section of the wall in your sight, seeing white through the corner of your eyes. You must be close enough, otherwise there will be other colours appearing on the edge. So you approach until you are close enough, immense your senses into the white, then the white will not be white - you start to see the dust, and bumps. You walk into your shadow.

Subtitles


This is a white wall. At first it is full of white, then it becomes something else, with more colours and more textures. Grey? Yellow? I’m not so sure. Now as I’m using other colours to describe white, something changes, though I have no clue how. After all, it’s a wall. I notice that there is a crack on it, so I stand closer to the wall. The crack looks like a line embedded in the white, and as I approach it, the light changes, as well as the colour. Somehow the crack disappeared. Now I’m standing close enough that almost all I can see is the colour, though there are other colours which I can pick up through the corner of my eyes. “The white becomes a trick of the light”, the thought come across my mind as I rest my body on the wall. I am standing in the shadow of my own now.