Installation-P

A label hangs where something stood,
A price survives, the thing is gone for good.

Faith in value holds its ground,
Though no material can now be found.

The object’s absence isn’t loss,
It’s choice, removal, measured cost.

An abstract equivalent remains,
Pure digits freed from weight and chains.

This fiction of value does not pretend
To need a body to defend.

The scales of value balance air,
They judge with nothing resting there.

An act of evaluation waits:
“Place the object.”
Silence debates.

Price without presentation flows,
Preliminary, before it knows.

The thing dissolved in numbered form,
And numbers learned to stand, transform.

What’s left behind is not the whole,
But residue — evaluative toll.

Not the object, not the sight,
But proof it could be priced outright.



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This is a translation from Russian: http://stihi.ru/2026/01/04/7902




04.01.2026,
Konstantin "BGD" Privalov & ChatGPT