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23.01.2024, 15:16
Black and Salty
I capture faces. A scarf blows stubbornly straight ahead, like chimneys often do. Waves like mountains. Black in many shades. Crow! Kik-kik-kik-kiker-iih! I surrender, like ink spreading out. Space is space. With both arms outstretched, feeling nothing. Who would have thought that the smallest, wil…I capture faces. A scarf blows stubbornly straight ahead, like chimneys often do. Waves like mountains. Black in many shades. Crow! Kik-kik-kik-kiker-iih! I surrender, like ink spreading out. Space is space. With both arms outstretched, feeling nothing. Who would have thought that the smallest, wildest child I once was claimed you could stay dry if you just jumped in and out of a puddle fast enough? I was never allowed to try it as often as I had to practice math, for example. The city's fog is too salty, almost a lie. I think of seagulls. Surf crashes against the facades, again and again. Today I say, if I ran naked fast enough through the cold, swirling neighborhoods, I would glow, I would be that hot. more Less
Black and Salty
I capture faces. A scarf blows stubbornly straight ahead, like chimneys often do. Waves like mountains. Black in many shades. Crow! Kik-kik-kik-kiker-iih! I surrender, like ink spreading out. Space is space. With both arms outstretched, feeling nothing. Who would have thought that the smallest, wil…I capture faces. A scarf blows stubbornly straight ahead, like chimneys often do. Waves like mountains. Black in many shades. Crow! Kik-kik-kik-kiker-iih! I surrender, like ink spreading out. Space is space. With both arms outstretched, feeling nothing. Who would have thought that the smallest, wildest child I once was claimed you could stay dry if you just jumped in and out of a puddle fast enough? I was never allowed to try it as often as I had to practice math, for example. The city's fog is too salty, almost a lie. I think of seagulls. Surf crashes against the facades, again and again. Today I say, if I ran naked fast enough through the cold, swirling neighborhoods, I would glow, I would be that hot. more Less
Schwarz und Salzig
Ich fange Gesichter ein. Ein Schal weht, wie es Schornsteine oft machen, stur geradeaus. Wellen wie Berge. Schwarz in vielen Nuancen. Krähe! Kik-kik-kik-kiker-iih! Ich gebe mich hin, wie Tinte sich ausbreitet. Raum ist Raum. Mit beiden Armen ausgestreckt nichts spüren können. Wer hätte gedacht, das…Ich fange Gesichter ein. Ein Schal weht, wie es Schornsteine oft machen, stur geradeaus. Wellen wie Berge. Schwarz in vielen Nuancen. Krähe! Kik-kik-kik-kiker-iih! Ich gebe mich hin, wie Tinte sich ausbreitet. Raum ist Raum. Mit beiden Armen ausgestreckt nichts spüren können. Wer hätte gedacht, dass das kleinste, wildeste Kind, das ich einmal war, behauptete, man könne trocken bleiben, wenn man nur schnell genug in eine Pfütze rein und raus hüpfte? Ich durfte es nie so oft versuchen wie ich zum Beispiel Mathematik üben musste. Der Hochnebel der Stadt ist zu salzig, fast eine Lüge. Ich denke an Möwen. Brandung prallt an die Fassaden, immer wieder. Heute sage ich, lief ich nackt nur schnell genug durch die kalt wabernden Stadtteile, ich würde glühen, so heiss wäre mir. more Less