Cut up is archeology is listening to the decaying message through time.
on girl in other brown while side the bit to beating her
the the the
I drown this hen, the ball drops and returns my truth to know
five … a little like I of ground
little watching heart I
I am water, the faster is now
because die, hit, learn
how air bent – eyes kissed
the preparations have begun = texts cut to _ our perception builds on links MEANS:
the media claims to be social = your daily cut up!
and the road became fla(||e)sh, devoid of any reason = meaningless
Song „Angst“, by Aporie from his album „Control“: https://aporie.bandcamp.com/track/angst
Lue sat alone. She watched the dark street below through the window, but nothing moved. If she stopped blinking the world slowly moved out of focus till she only could see herself in the window’s reflection. She despised this image and yet she couldn’t move. A deep melancholia raged through her body without any plan or origin.
Her eyes started to burn, but she kept them wide open, as if this act of mild self-destruction might justify anything she felt. She stopped breathing and waited till every bit of her had vanished. Then she let go.
To travel the fine line of madness to the orgiastic feeling of lofty sadness is a privilege only for those who grow up knowing and not knowing poverty at the same time.
Lue turned around and left the room.… [...]