"Erwarte nichts - heute: Das ist dein Leben!" (Tucholsky)
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| Ideenjonglieren im Alltag "Erwarte nichts - heute: Das ist dein Leben!" (Tucholsky) |
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Freitag, Oktober 10, 2003 Langsame Menschen gleicher Couleur. I should say better: Same Colour. Not recognizable at first sight. First I thought it HAS to be recognaizable at this first sight, but there is no necessary if there might be several sights. Trying for Dying (sic!) in the same is an experiment. Is this really ME? I don’t know. It’s like a film. It was like a film first. I am lost among all these very good looking people. I fell into a film. A kind of these american young films with Winona Ryder and all these Slackers and Mediocrens. Then I took myself into the story. The story never was indeed. There is No recognizable story anywhere. Nowhere. I wanna be part of the story. Partizipate. What is the ME in this story, is there a story? Tried to tell stories. Telling stories is easy. Speaking is so easy. I know that that is what people adore about me sometimes. She’s SO open minded, they say. That’s my profession in a way. I used to say. But words are too solid, they’re building up a higher wall with rooms underneath. Rooms from which I don’t know wheter the are empty or that rich of thoughts unpossible to think. Getting to know each other means more to know the things beyond the words. You aren’t able to reach it with words. Observing. Listening. Although not forgetting being just a small part of it. Am I? I don’t know. In my ears: There was a room full of people… I am noesy. If they let me be ME. Who am I?… I don’t know if they have done so. This evening was incredibly short. Too short if there are no chances for second chances. Wishes. Memories. Futures. posted by Catherine | 10/10/2003 05:26:00 PM
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