if it were a puzzle and you put it together you wouldn't be satisfied that it was done as it wasn't. so you go back up to the window to ponder again, passing on the stairs quietly the neighbor who looks at you that disconcerting way and yes affirming to oneself it's still a mystery, it's still happening in a very strange way and coincidentally i found the book the zone of interest after we saw the film the zone of interest and i started reading it last night and may have dreamt about it i don't know but i can't help seeing the site below as a zone of interest knowing of course it's not a concentration camp but still the past you know continues us. the stones in the eradicated women's circle garden will be echoed in concrete. yes the past. always buried again. always with us. always present. the zone is the zone.