Objects & Objections
A story for Mathew Cerletty's True Believer
This story originally appeared in the exhibition catalogue for Mathew Cerletty’s show True Believer. All images here are from that show.
No one was alone in sensing it: the world—the entire world—had finally become simple, easy, predictable.
Nothing was complicated. Concepts, objects, periods of time, appearances, disappearances, politics, psychology, children—nothing vexed us. Nothing troubled us. We could all see around every corner, simultaneously, and for some reason this occasioned not even a moment of vertigo.
(The building, it had been explained to her (though it was hideous and ominous and located in an unlivable part of the city) had a great deal of amenities, and as she left her own, amenity-less home on the way to see her friend (her friend? someone she knew) she wondered whether it took a certain type of person or simply a certain moment in adulthood when a life without amenities is no longer believed to be bearable.)
We felt, at all times, even immediately upon waking, that all was well, and often we said (to ourselves, to everything) Ah yes, just as I expected! Another day like any other day. I know precisely where I am. And it was true. Every word we spoke was completely verifiable. Life was tidy now. Life was comprehensible. It did not disappoint. It did not let us down. Our contentment was so complete we could hardly notice it anymore.
Finally we had achieved it: the seamless peace of becoming an object.