To the woman in the green raincoat I write
With great apathy and dissapointment.
She's been on my mind for ten days already but really I can't see a face, only her raincap.
Last Friday the colours flew through the air and so did the smiles from the uncarefully painted faces. This Friday the stressed out fingers will fly through the air as they try really hard to fit all they can say into the tiny boxes given on the mock exam sheets.
How come the size of a shadow is positively related to how close one is to the light source? The closer you come to the light, the bigger the shadow. Does light not represent hope after all?
MUWCI hits again. After a long time of numbness and carelessness and idontgiveafuckness, I'm back on track. A track with a lot of going left and right and up and down and a lot of confusion and getting lost and finally finding the right way to go again.
Sometimes it gets so misty you can't see where you're going nor where you're coming from.
Sometimes it's raining so hard you have to sit on the side and take a break and just watch everything and everyone else go on.
Sometimes it's so sunny that you scream and sing and shout and jump and sprint and fall hard on your face and then it hurts and you have to recover.
Once I had a dream that I was sent to a huge state archive and I had to say goodbye to all the people I'm close to and all I had was a few photos of body parts and a small bag with some little black and blue and white balls which my friend told me I could eat when something went wrong. With the help of these photos I had to find a sentence in a document which would save my life. There were thousands of documents with hundreds of sentences.
MUWCI is a track but is also isn't it also is a circle without end (circles don't have ends). At one point of time, usually in May, it swings out the people consuming it, but no, MUWCI has no end.
Only after 565 days here you realize that all the revolutions and dissapointments and honeypots as teacups and shoeless feet and courtyards full with clothes and people with barely any clothes and sleepless beds and heartwarming conversations and stacks of papers and lost socks and burning incense and empty vodka bottles and procrastinating days and inspiring nights and pots of maggi noodles and hours of complaining and criticizing posters and angry letters and skyping sessions and lighted roofs and crowded corners and lifted laughs are really not that special, even daily practice for those who've decided to dedicate their careers to living in this irrealistic reality. It's all been going on for a while and it will be going on for another while. As I'm about to be swung out by the place, my zeroyear is about to walk in. Does she have an idea of what's going to happen to her. No.
"Walk in, Swing out." The headline of the mass email coming in every week means more than one would think.
Want Tea?
Bring Mug!
That's how life works here. If you want something, you're going to have to do the work yourself baby! Come, I invite you, I tell you, you should come here. We will change your life. But don't expect utopia darling, cause you're not gonna get it.
With great apathy and dissapointment.
She's been on my mind for ten days already but really I can't see a face, only her raincap.
Last Friday the colours flew through the air and so did the smiles from the uncarefully painted faces. This Friday the stressed out fingers will fly through the air as they try really hard to fit all they can say into the tiny boxes given on the mock exam sheets.
How come the size of a shadow is positively related to how close one is to the light source? The closer you come to the light, the bigger the shadow. Does light not represent hope after all?
MUWCI hits again. After a long time of numbness and carelessness and idontgiveafuckness, I'm back on track. A track with a lot of going left and right and up and down and a lot of confusion and getting lost and finally finding the right way to go again.
Sometimes it gets so misty you can't see where you're going nor where you're coming from.
Sometimes it's raining so hard you have to sit on the side and take a break and just watch everything and everyone else go on.
Sometimes it's so sunny that you scream and sing and shout and jump and sprint and fall hard on your face and then it hurts and you have to recover.
Once I had a dream that I was sent to a huge state archive and I had to say goodbye to all the people I'm close to and all I had was a few photos of body parts and a small bag with some little black and blue and white balls which my friend told me I could eat when something went wrong. With the help of these photos I had to find a sentence in a document which would save my life. There were thousands of documents with hundreds of sentences.
MUWCI is a track but is also isn't it also is a circle without end (circles don't have ends). At one point of time, usually in May, it swings out the people consuming it, but no, MUWCI has no end.
Only after 565 days here you realize that all the revolutions and dissapointments and honeypots as teacups and shoeless feet and courtyards full with clothes and people with barely any clothes and sleepless beds and heartwarming conversations and stacks of papers and lost socks and burning incense and empty vodka bottles and procrastinating days and inspiring nights and pots of maggi noodles and hours of complaining and criticizing posters and angry letters and skyping sessions and lighted roofs and crowded corners and lifted laughs are really not that special, even daily practice for those who've decided to dedicate their careers to living in this irrealistic reality. It's all been going on for a while and it will be going on for another while. As I'm about to be swung out by the place, my zeroyear is about to walk in. Does she have an idea of what's going to happen to her. No.
"Walk in, Swing out." The headline of the mass email coming in every week means more than one would think.
Want Tea?
Bring Mug!
That's how life works here. If you want something, you're going to have to do the work yourself baby! Come, I invite you, I tell you, you should come here. We will change your life. But don't expect utopia darling, cause you're not gonna get it.
