18 Ekim 2013 Cuma

REPORTS

It was quarter past five in the morning when I saw the mouse in the kitchen.
What was happening by then:
The tap dripping a slow and low sequence of

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I remain standing in front of the mouse, in spite of the fact that I don’t like it.
But we look at each other, literally, our eyes connected as some sort of a gravity force holds us together. He stirs his little nose. I then suddenly panic and he disappears.
What remains after all:

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I hold my dick for a while and stretch myself in front of the mirror. 
I then yawn loudly and notice that a women from the next block is watching me, holding a large coffee mug. The early sun of the day rises above me, and the scene tricks me again. The bouncing and reflecting play of the light salutes me with symmetrical openings. I cannot help myself but imagine about twisted parks where dark, brown rabbits chase each other and street beggars smoking pipe and snipes and fucks around with everybody. I feel a strange terror at the back of my mind. 
Then I hear a voice and realize that I have company. 


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Days over and start again with big openings: 


1) Black, fat bees are building their empire. They buzz, they build, they fuck, they fly, then they build again and I cannot help but think about the ride of the Valkyries. 
2) Sensitive car alarms cry over the city in random moments. You immediately take a look from the window and realize you’re not alone. 
3) The great mass of iron and steel is gliding over New York. Beethoven cracks his knuckles, and already the smoke is belching from the pipes and the SS marked Zeppelin is ready to burn in fire. The heavy drum of the Symphony No 7 is rolling each second louder. 


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Begging for crystal clear nights. No shiny stars anymore. Big and expensive airplane companies dominate the sky. Round-shaped green radar scopes targeting them one by one. The air is filled with blackness, quietness and shiny neon buttons. Echoes and approvals, reports and signals, altogether towards the bearing sanity of the 21st century. 

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The place I live in is intersected with four different pathways. That is to say, the walking people needs to pay attention, the tram needs to flash its electricity on the trolley line and you just can’t take things for granted. The owner of the tobacco shop Bell O Bell is rebarbative as much as the whores who wait under a cocktail of pink and aqua neon lights. But I assume we are all in a substantial agreement about the daily life, that nothing should remain extraordinary even if it is meant to be.

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Amsterdam