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Reportage
On Impression
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I dream my dream. But I dream reality. "Sex sleep eat drink dream". They
do some drinking. I do the "last, but not least". "It´s memories that
I´m stealing". Though I am not innocent - reality comes as a "strawberry"
(being a prostitute is just a job - not character!). Lollapalooza of past
and future. "And in between - the doors". All of the sudden I wake up,
and realize - how come, I am over there?! I crossed; I have crossed; I
have been crossing; and I keep on doing that. |
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"The
seed is sawn". But Wittgenstein: What you are not able to talk about,
you shall not talk. He gave up. "Borders of my language are borders of
my world". He gave up. But not in. "Tell them, I´ve had a wonderful life".
He said, dying. |
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Up to now, eventhough
we have talked to so many people, we could not point him. Maybe we shall
ask Kieslowski to lend us a regularly appearing character from nowhere.
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It is the history of you; of idea. Bat |