Man entered flowers, tattoos, piecings,
sat on the stairs staring out smelling of wet grass and rain. Leaf on his head.
Yellow, couldn’t say anything, brown spots, small, birch, nature, wild, how, in the dirt, I don’t know.
How fragile are we sting, to be stung by a sudden wasp in the hair
when you touched your hair, didn’t know what, to be stung, sting, hit.
Anger in fists, in small beings, staring outside scared.
There will be a puddle on the floor after you have had a warm lovely long bath and you won’t immediately find your bathrope nor any similar pieces of clothing, a towel is far away, beyond reach and you will wonder why you left it there. There will be a man at the rollerskating rink, He will say God is different, God is Truth, What is God to you, do you think the same: Have you thought about these things at all. You will have coffee, sit on an uncomfortable plastic chair at the rink, unclean, watching other people skate, think how beautiful they are, but be uncapable to try it yourself because you enjoy watching others and you cannot move. You will remember the disco night where disabled kids danced and you went to a toilet to cry, because it was probably the most unbelievable moment in a long time. Moment glowing in the dark, did you eat it or would you. What other things there will be shining for you, I cannot say, It’s better not to know all of them. You will see.
I love ma seeing bah
purple man so as raspberry j
fishing suppliez isn’t it,
so he didn’t want to know looking hand as a shade seing hah, Side by
side in groups connected with
certainly creating identity
meaning
doing something
I would be a freak eve but i am i am
n if whatever you know
like ballet
opposing direction, there there
at busstop
positioning feeling the same as i had
making it plié.
A photo I took 2008 in a park in Germany. The man was swinging himself back and forth under a tree and had covered himself with a jacket. I didn’t dare to go close. I didn’t want to disturb or scare him. People are scared of cameras, people with cameras, people. Photographing on the street was a bit weird and new to me. Situation has stayed in my mind. I was nervous, though man didn’t notice me and I don’t know who he was. Maybe he was meditating, maybe just disturbed by this world.
At the moment chocolate pudding is the most normal thing to have, not good for you, but it always tastes as good. Always, divine. Divine light.
Silence Please. Walk on your tiptoes. Most preferably sit.
What institution is this anyway?