Human Act. you have read every single word of the 224 pages, with your cries and with your tongue, that matched with your unseen scenes of reality.
Spellbound. Murchison’s close-up gun is very s l o w l y turning, then towards, you. You were sitting in front of the Mag. In the heartbeat moment of fear, but you also knew that is going to towards himself.
You saw the two swans in the lake. It was just before the sun was drawing to close. The swans luminously inflated their wings to the chill air against the deep grey water. The Divine whiteness.
(Tues. 27. 01. 2026)
untitled, photograph, 2024
The snow only pointed out that you were there. In the front garden, at the doorstep.
Then, the next morning, two x-mas trees covered your face again.
You were finally picked up, and there seemed to be a message on your back.
Tried rubbing the surface off, then washed, with a rough brush.
It took a few days because you had been laid next to the ones that the landscape gardener found.
Now, the message seems clear, but also unknowable.
(Tues 20. 01. 2016)
untitled, newsprint on paper, 2018
When your consciousness came back for a brief moment during the night, you seemed wanting to connect yourself to the world of your ‘tomorrow’. You remember turning the light on. The faint memory that you were curious. It’s only 2.30. Tomorrow would come a few hours later.
You don’t understand why the long hours of sleeping is for being oneself?
And you always forget how dark the mornings are this time of year, and complain to yourself that your ‘today’ started so late.
(Tues 13. 01. 2026)
