Home   yes   nobody left   no     dry rot under the wallpaper     through the bent back wallpaper   it is all dead memory     must be dispersed into concise money

I   he   private individual   a limited company   limited    private   something back     a spoon left untidily out of the cutlery box by one now not left     it is a thing I see     it is a memory that I know   not a dream   the cutlery box never     I dream   key well attached   no   detach     DROP   compartment   image   compartment   dream   compartment       something inconsistent there   I look at it

Last to be sold   first to have been given     I look at it   crowd   yes     CROWD   strange   new faces     to be held here     disperse the memory   for the sake of my new life here     yes     hate the dead memory of objects once personally given   objects for sale in positions similar to positions immediately after donation   yes   concise inventory  concise building   dry rot   concise money   yes

Come here   bid   advertise   it pays   dream   newspaper   memory   newspaper     my blurred and sticky window notice     there   something wrong there     come   memory   door   memory   window entrants    yes   the sum total of new faces   all past visitors    yes   dream   door    no     when I stop panicking   no   here   no   cold hard reality   on the empty site outside     mud defined by cut pavements   little dried mud     a unique house     no others identical on the outside built according to prototype   for sale     no     back here    yes     pilgrims in houses identical to their own   no   alienation    dissecting animated idle curiosity   all alive   yes     as far as they knew   they had seen a notice to that effect

Ladies   dream   gentlemen  memory   people   image     something wrong there     carpet not ripe for auction   not shampooed   things swept between big pieces of felt     when I stop panicking     must show them everything they might want to buy   knock the walls down   all the furniture in one  no different rooms   consecutively   yes   at great speed  come   guide   memory   would you like to see around my house

Gossiping   in the identical houses nearby   something wrong there   everybody came in   observation  really I don’t know   the dead reclaiming their goods once grudgingly donated in the shape of living purchases     when I stop panicking  in love and trust   was this all mine  I love and trust in life     yes   life   no   something wrong there     afterwards all relationships clarified

I will leave the door on the jar    when I stop panicking   this cutlery box   what am I bid  have I any offers for this crockery   no   that’s for the next item   nobody   no bids   attention   in the relevant room nothing to keep the doors open   they’ve all got to come back here some time     what am I bid      yes    a penny for my thoughts     something wrong there   any advance on   what I said  what I know   a fourpenny one  swelling up the memory of a gift   the occasion of a memory   a sum total of gifts as one gift     redistribution of gifts elevated on the unhappy scale of suspense     what am I bid   the strenuous stretch to freedom in anticipation of being outstripped     the bid of laughter to flatten the bolstering bubbles of value   bloating bubbles   yes   they relate their enthusiasm to bid to the infrequency with which they ever wrote   yes   ever came round   yes   transference to some part of the unknown   who use the fragmentarily known quantity as a focal point

Impossible to exhibit everything fully for auction without making it available to full view   must push it round   what am I bid for this imitation mahogany wardrobe   look up and in see entire dimensions of that to be bought   a little farther forward the carpet is in choppy waves   yes   when I stop panicking     the wardrobe   storming   wobbling   splitting     a deep full split   a buffer to the bids   yes   split   value for money   yes   forty-five degrees down   something wrong there   crash   subduing the waves of the carpet   yes   restoring the value of a carpet     I don’t know     carpets never ride up in waves when they are correctly placed     simultaneous splits from the fall   flat on front     the value of money is stabilized   yes   I will live regularly    something wrong there   when I stop panicking

Principle then that to the next bidder the last bidder a total stranger without having occasion to push the competition up in concert   to arrest the acceleration   freeze the acceleration   yes   something wrong there 

 Here   yes   they have visited at many yearly intervals   any advance on two pounds   yes   come back in concentrated form   dogends returned to floor   yes   glowing with life   again   seeping up   making the atmosphere dead with life     sell it all   empty flesh   sold to the gentleman behind   no

 Murmuring there   somewhere under the wardrobe   I can see I am bid fifty pounds   continually I am bid   the murmur to be the highest bid of all   they bid faster than any residue ever grows   they grow   yes   more restive and suspicious      the murmur is an agent to push the price up     which is quite unethical  yes   under the wardrobe  shout  to the murmur   no  stop     they are asserting their rights as passers-by   they begin to take their vengeance against the entire quota of objects   no   I do not shout loudly enough   my impression of the entire proceedings has not been transformed by my shouting  so more   more shout

Blankets over my eyes   beat blanket back   tearing the bidders   yes   everything alright there   the murmur articulates   no price   yes   sold   no   stop    no voice   only a cough   red swirls   bare walls   very cold   SILENCE   yes   a few coins asymmetrically placed   jagged ends of paper   no home   that’s what it’s for   must go     that’s what I always aimed to arrive at   no