I have been wondering about gates, ever since my I left mine open last wednesday
it was a curly whimsical gate. Four lines horizontal. Dividing lines separated by curly brackets{}
the following notes were found on an abandoned iphone.Found on the 30/04/2025/ The glass was cracked. The phone was unlocked.
janaury 18th
I have panicked everynight since the gate was left open. I worry about my garden ,whether someonelse could walking around in it. On it. Judging it, plucking the flowers and standing on the tiny seedlings I Planted only recently. Maybe my garden needs a fence, maybe it needs protection. Oh god maybe I need a fence.
Its raining today. I am watching the rain fall on window. The rain can't come inside, the glass is protecing me. Even if it landed harder , the window is reinforced by metal gated windows. I realise that these windows make a rather unpleasent unside down heart. I will them to be flipped.
May 2025
I've been keeping track of my dreams. Three nights ago I dreamt of cats that were made of mist. they descended down at night to the gardens of my flat. We all shared them.I met king vidor and decided to make a story on a shared anecdote regarding Hitchcock the Bible, and the tenth commandment.
I probably shoud not read too much into stories and dreams.I must set out.I can't live in my home no more, these gates once protected me. Now I think they keep me away.
Bookstore.
19th May.
I have been doing research on gates. Since I left home they haven't left me. the more I walk the closer they follow. It's becomiong an annoynace. a pest that wont leave my side. the only rememdy is to figure out what they mean. as they simply must, for nothing so close/prevelant means nothing at all.
I am looking for a certain entrance. I’ve gone down sixth avenue, Lexington, I walked along the houses in park slope. 544 on 2nd street. The gate is gone , rather its existence is never revealed to me. Perhaps it was there yesterday ?
I wrote these notes thinking they would lead me towards an invariable conclusion Alas I am stuck thinking in the same streets as before. I have googled the gate today, it turns out it was in my history all along. I’m a fool, the gate has been found.
I have a story of a woman who carried a gate on top of her VW polo for 25 years. She has promised that she would do so until she found her home. At the age of 40 she found love, ten years later she put the gate to rest again a crumbled old bar, somewhere in the desert.
Every gate is made of the same shapes. every gate is black with wrought iron. The shape is a heart. It reminds me of home. Every street i walk the gates follow me. I cannot seem to shake them.
I want the hearts to go away. Why are they all the same?
A heart is a shallow sign of love.
100 year old gates as emoticons
no matter where you go.
<3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3
30 May
Tommorow is the last day of May. I have been walking for 5 months. I am nowhere closer to understanding the meaning of these blasted gates than when I set out. I return home in 2 days. I cried at the sight of a broken gate torn through by a stray vehicle. It happened right infront of me, there was someone in the road. I tried to take a piece home with me but it was caught between the axis and the curb.
the scans on this page were rendered using photo's found on the cracked iphone. We have rendered these images into three dimensional space ,this is due to the fact that, despite our efforts we were unable to find any record of these gates ever existing. We hope that the presentation of these gates will be helpful to the viewer/reader understand the postion of the author. click on scans with your mouse to navigate around them
