Absence
What does a trace tell us about a missing process?
How do we create and feel together in the absence of the others?
Can we wonder and wander with an absence of direction or specific intent? Do we need to see/sense traces of one who is absent in order to experience them?
Fiction
Allows me to imagine the place you are in, which bridges the gap/absence/ in-between-ness of another
Space in-between
Like the suspended leg before the next step
imagined choreographies 