Yoko Ono: Vertical Memory (1997)

Attendant

I saw a dark hole in a shape of an arch. I saw my body being slid into it. It looked like the arch I came out at birth, I thought. I asked where it was going to take me to. The guy stood there looking at me without saying a word, as I lay down. It all seemed very familiar. What percentage of my life did I take it lying down? That was the last question I asked in my mind.

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