"forget it"

i took you to see one of my favourite artworks.  i had told you about all the times i would go there by myself to see it.  i would go in sadness, in stillness, with hopelessness, with hopefulness.  i haven't been to see it in a while, since the time we went there together.  i'm not sure if i want to go see it now.  i'm not sure if you recall the same afternoon, or if you separate the time and place from being there with me.  it's funny how art takes on different sentiments in time, creating the impossibility of ever really 'forgetting'.  it makes me sick to my stomach now to think about being there with you, in a place where i so very much went to think about anything but you. i think that's called an 'invisible memory', when something is so completely affecting for one person alone, while going unnoticed to any others.  i can feel a million miles away from you right now, and still not feel that far at all.


forget it, yoko ono, 1988, as part of the AGO's permanent collection.