Created for Professor Okore's Sculptural Practices class assignment "Box-Poem Project: an Ecology of Form". 
Inspiration drawn from the selected poem by Annie Freud found below (taken from The Remains by Annie Freud).
8.5”x8”x4.5”
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The Room That Isn’t There
for Jacqui Saphra
Sometimes I dream I’m in a room that isn’t there.
The many years I’ve lived here and not noticed it before –

an unexpected boon! Such blessed emptiness!
It’s going to change my life. What shall I use it for?

And grey the morning comes; I wake. The rooms are
as they were, each one with its function and its mess.

And all this time, it dwells behind the door, a simulacrum
of my mind, my womb, my unlived life, my life to come . . .

or could it be life’s end that brings me here, treading
its naked boards, sitting at a table on a wooden chair,

and rushing to the window to take in the view,
the trees outside, the Spring, the blossom on the grass.