A tale for those who will come later by Eric Owen Moss

A park, A stone park. Hollow the site, Down to the river wall, Down to the trains, Deep down. Two pairs of shadows, Shadows standing still. Shadow 1: the first hit. Shadow 2: the second hit. Shadow 3: the first collapse Shadow 4: the second collapse. The first pair: The way in and the way down and the way up and the way out The second pair: Seats.only in shadow. A stage: Two ground floors, each an empty stage to see the play performed in your head. Shadows in the river, Shadows that don't move: under water when the tide comes up, out of the water when the tide goes down. A remembrance for those who saw it. A tale for those who will come later.

from a WTC exhibition at Max Protetch's Gallery