P14 – Die Schlacht um den Regenbogen-Boulevard

You came down, a few times. It’s not your fault, the stuff’s quite heavy! The Rainbow Boulevard is the problem.

HIVE HIVE
„SSSSSsSSSSSSsssssSSSSSssSssSSSSSSSsssssSSSSssSsSsSSSSsssSsSSsssSSssssSSSSSSSsssSSsssssssss“, the swarm is buzzing. Buzzy together. Is it a social group or rather its own organism? Who can tell? Their social coherence is excellent. Everyone has a destiny, a predestined career. Which in your case means: loneliness, coldness and utter isolation. Join us on our journey through the life of a drone. Become a witness to feelings of love, doubt, cohesion and yes, friendship, especially that!

Be very welcome to 90 minutes of screaming.

In the morning, when the branches are dewey and the cock crows, when the first rays of sunlight gather at the horizon and you are about to tentatively open your eyes, then it’ll wake up. Your inner child. Rattling at the bars, deploring the paralyzing exact fit of yours behind which you are hiding. And without a wince, it walks off to sit with its booze buddies, mom and pop, aliens and its nemesis. Maybe certain things will happen, by chance. Maybe you’re ready to go, you read a bit of news, you give a nod, make small talk, or coffee. You are waiting for something. But. Something. Waits. Just not for you.

DAY 8

In the beginning she was gone. He started with beginnings from the beginning, then he went on the skive, and to sleep. We, the children, are his dreams. Omnipotence in theory, a timeless being, dreaming the moment in the moment, and remembering the very moment in that moment. The next world will narrate the next creation story, „The NeXt WoRld WiLl also HavE  itS oWN Era“, rubbish!, the next world is always your world now, almost. Your unrealised dreamworld, your burdensome extraworld. Life after life in a world, in which it doesn’t make any difference whether you will stick to it, or stick around at all, must seem like a dream to you.