Subtemperlin-ing (post-summer)


I rose from the foreign bed tenderly, snores on my ears; nervously stroking my ears. At the foot of the double decker bed, a rectangle window of a hostel type opens up onto a nothing concrete garden. Feeding my eyes with air, grey air. And outside wasn’t too different. Super-streets, paved with pedestrians, give mobility to the tiring city mechanism. And all the industrial buildings look like they’ve been there for ages, drawn upon, sprayed upon, left.

Blood that’s been left to dry, to stain, to linger. So much that it becomes detached from its original meaning; its original warm state of movement within a body. This picture of dry lifeless blood – yeah, it’s what all the graffiti reminds of.

The Deutsche Bahn building headquarters neighbouring Potsdamer Platz came out to me like a proud master with wounded legs and wounded knees, dreadful looking, terrible and dominant, yet undignified.

When can economic growth ever justify its own replacing of glorious misplaced sentimentality.
Some music from Dresden artist Jacob Korn, with a new EP from just as summer was starting, ah good grief that was a while ago (June)
new music though!

Jacob Korn – She

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George

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