the sound of living
written on Saturday, October 31st, 2009
8h15 rue du l’ourcq
Death listens to the sound of the living, the second coffee tastes always better, a new creditcard keeps the code of the old one. On television poiticians justify their actions in harsh, populistic words, too much joints in the night gvie a headache in the morning, the woman, who was a mother of three grown up children, died with panic in her eyes. What’s happening to me, she said, very astonished, as if she didn’t know by then that death entered her life to get her. She wasn’t ready to leave her life behind, because her whole life she couldn’t do the things she wanted to do, and she still wanted to do them, in japan they make a beatiful tea with rice in it, how many plants can stay in a living room, without making it a living jungle. At a certain moment they grow to big. Too much air for the lungs. Sometimes someone needs to dance.