I have been thinking about writing this book, inspired by photographs from Steve Fitch’s book Gone: Photographs of Abandonment on the High Plains. I want to start with the first day of abandonment of a house in a nameless town somewhere on the eastern plains of Colorado, the final acts of the woman (it would be a woman doing the final giving up, wouldn’t it?) making up her bed, leaving all the empty things, silent things, behind when she closes the bedroom door for the last time. And then, eventually, the explorers come — and they discover all that she didn’t leave behind, and they too close the doors on their own traces of abandonment. And always the bedroom is the last sanctuary, the made-up bed and pillows aligned, the picture over the headboard, and on another wall, a studio portrait of an elderly couple.
November should be an entertaining month.