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 red that 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 volume and started humming along her favorite song
“we moon around through sallow nights whilst starring at the bluish lights stare at the moon stares back at us stares at himself stares blank and bleak from through the pond a pale grimace locked between clouds the prototype of screens”
With her eyes still closed. And her hands still cramped with Adern auf der Stirn.
Adern auf der Stirn Feb. 22, – March 4, 2018 @ Schimmel Projects, Dresden