Is This Thing On?
As you walk into a dark gallery space you notice there's a light coming from behind a door at the other end of the room. Behind that door you find an elderly woman sleeping in front of microphones on a red velvet covered conference table She is in a utility closet, lit with a single bulb. The conference ended long ago, the other participants left, and the table was put away, her along with it. She napped at the mic and missed her chance to speak. She's still there, even though the conference is over.