ensemble

1.5 km swim. suddenly time compresses, and it is time to leave this place for a whole series of other places in the next four weeks. the swimming allows me to concentrate some energy for the movement. and at least it is a, oh hell, here this is, again, simply drowning in meaning and not allowing the words to say what is meant. the day barely ends, but is merely projected to the next, taxi to bus to train, the night train, ensemble. funny that I cannot bring myself to full-exposure in these pages, like I have to cover my words, my actions, my being. like the interstices become anti-regulatory and I merely forget what I have done. As moving into the way of the other. hanging log files in space with Carmin. preparing for the performance-event in Linz. trepidation and half-being.