She closed her eyes.Saw Black.Mixed with a stinging white and blue and a hollow pressure on the back of her eyeballs.For a blink of an eye.Until it all turned red.She saw the flickering warm sun beams dancing on her lids.A warm pervasive redthat slowly spread all through her body.
A long work cycle had ended finally.In the end she just hated everybody.All the bullshit talks and prissy grudge.She took a deep breath.of this rusty summer breeze.Turned her Reeg 2X8 on full volumeand started humming alongher favorite song
“we moon around through sallow nightswhilst starring at the bluish lightsstare at the moonstares back at usstares at himselfstares blank and bleakfrom through the ponda pale grimacelocked between cloudsthe prototype of screens”
With her eyes still closed.And her hands still crampedwith Adern auf der Stirn.
Adern auf der StirnFeb. 22, – March 4, 2018 @ Schimmel Projects, Dresden