The abandoned house’s coffee cups preserve the family’s absent fingers as traces.

Evidence

Greet our house, stranger. Our coffee cups Have remained as we left them. Can you still smell Our fingers on them? Will you tell your own daughter With the braids and thick eyebrows that she has An absent friend Who wishes to visit her, for no reason really, all for nothing … Only to enter her mirror and see his secret: How she follows the course of his life after him, In his place? Greet her, If there is time … — Gil Anidjar, The Jew, the Arab, 24

Categorization

• FICTION: The image of entering a mirror to see how a daughter follows one’s life course after him — a surreal, intimate reversal of surveillance — is a potent fiction device.