You stand alone in the dark, you are awake.
You seek answers.
A response is given, an ambiguous one.
Offering tokens of devotion.
Finding the answer is not always that easy.
You can make out shapes in the dark, outlines of spaces forming.
You ask, "What was that?"
An echo bounces back, but from whom?
Sometimes the answer is in front of us the whole time.
Time has passed. Something did occur here. Maybe we missed it?
Even memories fade.
Your fists pound, you curse the air.
I can't remember you.
Oracle is an instillation about seeking unknown answers; it is about the atmosphere of loss and the layering of information received by the senses. The work is a plea for connection from the awakened, where grief becomes a common ground for discourse.