the order of things has nothing to do with that gloomy day with sun 
Month: November 2015
burning liquid stones (demo)
about the the missed focus
about backflashs and those ones in the present
then
a plane floated through the clouds
about the reciprocal relationship between : bestiarius, impeditus and ludus
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about three ways up to the reduced sky, which is only green and has never been blue
but after all, idealists become blurred and history
about days, which are supposed to be considered as a game
Then, sitting next to the master of the game, I realized I was standing :
and the light of the day went away from my perception as fast as possible. No luck for my eyes, but a good view nevertheless
about blurred perception with a happy end as a result
Ich habe alles
liegen lassen.
Mein Schatten hinter mir
wandert langsam
von Norden nach Osten.
Meine Erinnerung endet
am Rande des Buches.
Langsam neben mir
im Glas trocknet
das Wasser.
Ohne Vorwurf
vergeht die Zeit.
Sie ist eine vollkommene
Geschichte ohne Fluchtpunkt,
auf den man
zugehen könnte,
um etwas zu finden.
(Karl Krolow)
about “Call me morbid or absurd”… (Chords: Am C F D7)
Visibility is a trap.
M. Foucault, Discipline and Punish