Erasure Night
Here, erasure is already finished. There is no fog, no snow slowly taking the world, only darkness that has already taken it. What remains does so only because a hand found it with a light and held it back from the black a moment longer. Everything the light does not reach stays gone. The darkness is not erasure happening. It is erasure complete, pushed back one object at a time
Ward A small sapling, the forest is trying to remove it, but it persists against the night.
Void A culvert is consuming a stream in a northern Wisconsin forest. The arch reflects in the water below. What enters does not return.
Reclaimed A collapsed structure and a birch growing straight through it. One was built. One just grew. Neither is finished.
Threshold A doorway still standing as the structure around it collapses. It opens onto darkness. The threshold remains. Everything else is failing.
Bones A two-story lumber shed reduced to its frame. The walls have failed. The roof geometry holds on.
Duality A birch tree forces its way through the middle of an abandoned stone wall. The tree is consuming the wall. The darkness is consuming the tree.
Hollowed A dead tree stands in the northern Wisconsin forest, its trunk marked by a column of cavities boring through the wood, yet the tree remains.
Comfort An armchair left to the forest in northern Wisconsin, assaulted and abandoned. Leaves and branches fill the seat.
Tired A tetherball hangs from its pole in the dark, worn soft from years of being hit. This is what's left after the game ends and never starts again.
Waiting A spring rider found at a playground.
Why A child's shoe, left behind on a playground in absolute darkness. No answer remains
Entry An abandoned sawmill shed, northern Wisconsin. The doors are still open. Nothing left to enter. A shovel leans against the right door. The last human trace.