Door With Moist Towel
I Forgot My Towel
Sometimes you are sitting in your room, working on something very concentrated. You are writing, reading, watching tv, or being immersed in your telephone. You are home alone. Suddenly the door opens, but nobody enters, and a slight shiver runs down your spine. You are starring at the door, and just as you reminded yourself of the in-existence of ghosts, the door slams, and again you have the sensation of a slight horror.
There is no evidence for the existence of ghosts. Yet, it is true that something entered, a mixture of substances capable of carrying life-threatening viruses, germs, and pathogens. In past ages of spreading disease and less understanding of these substances and micro-organisms, the presence of a mystic entity of the hostile realm was probably the most obvious explanation.
Your shivers are evidence for the deeply rooted myth, as well as for the psychological power of the door.
It is proven that walking through doors is causing forgetting. Think about how disconnected we are, even from our earlier histories. Some of us have no contact with their grandparents or even their parents. Maybe, this is due to the grid, the appropriation of space, the claim of land, county, plot, and site. Hedges and fences, and eventually doors, are cutting our world apart. They are causing us to forget, causing our brains to un-process space as a whole and a borderless entity, in which substances are mixing and mingling freely.
Some cave drawings reveal themselves as collective works of art with additions from individuals living thousands of years apart. Nevertheless, these artworks are coherent, as if there wasn’t any time difference. Our ancestors must have had a completely different understanding of the time-space. Maybe because there were no doors, slicing up their experience of the world. They did not dwell in an enormous forgetting machine, like us, in our modern world with our rooms, apartments, houses, plots, and sites, districts, cities, counties, and countries.