2018 Julia

In your face! Says the lady at the bottom of the staircase, she was entirely dressed in blue, with white straight lines, red hair, pointing towards me with a bag that looked like it was her first day outside of the checkered box shaped structured house she lives in. Her face looks elegant, minimal I can easily follow the lines. What would she feel like? She seems to write something down a repetition of single Singel single Singled Letters numbers, composed with a fluent overlap. I can’t stop thinking of the the empty space she seems to leave like this My mouth gets dry, i realize This is an experiment This is not real I try to measure Everything seems so geometric But play-full Tell me everything I say The brighter it wil get Fast motion blur becomes more than vague It’s a repetition It’s flat Patience she says.

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Giulietta - Interlude No 2