Sugar cane and coffee cup. Copper, steel and cattle. An annotated history. The forest for the fire. This is it. Children fly and wonder how stuff looks upside down. We are grounded. Through age and knowledge of how things looks from all directions. I felt gravity pull, but let me show what I can do with it. Time and distance are out of place here. Sometimes time suddenly moves fast. Why? Does it go faster when you accelerate? Or does it just seem that way... I know these eyes from miles away. I see them with my own closed. In the back of my mind. I won't tell her she's on my website. I won't. My aunt makes a knitted doll for every child born in the family. First for me, then for others, now for him. The one that is around. All the time. And all mine. The end of the world as he knows it. At high altitudes. Press your face against the window to look back and foward in time. I used to think as birds take wing.They sing through life so why can't we? I fill a void, but I don't. A strip of tape on a gift wrap. I'm colorblind, but this has to be the same color right? Shimmerglisten, whippoccino, psychohail and creaky-creaky. The moment of truth. Will those wings keep us going? Does the pilot know where to go? The higher we get, the slower it feels. Even random items can belong together. They provide structure. For them, but also for me as a bystander. Young children, they grow up. They smell like someone else. My spacestation. A place to fly without leaving the house. Fresh fish and questionmarks.
