Vacant | East Wenatchee, WA | November 2019
The room seemed empty until I began to note its less tangible elements. Air, light, dust, smells of dinner cooking downstairs, a memory of my deceased father in a similar room talking about the shape of boat hulls. A quantum space-time moment, perhaps? “According to string theory,” wrote teacher and businessman Roy H. Williams, “what appears to be empty space is actually a tumultuous ocean of [infinitesimal] strings vibrating at the precise frequencies that create our four dimensions — height, width, depth and time.” And what about you, Dad? Were your strings pulsing?