The rooms of Number 1 Main Road hold only remains: ruptures, unfamiliar bodies, and the unsettling sense that something crossed over. Above, in the darkness, the world appears inverted: The tower holds another kind of aftermath. Gravity appears to have slipped, and forms remain suspended, as though abandoned in the wake of an event no one witnessed.

A new short story by Katharine Tyndall, written in response to Ramirez’s works, provides a narrative to the exhibition; A soundscape by musician Aeva plays throughout the show Snacktime: zero respect for privacy is the aftermath of a ritual with unintended consequences.