Two days, after it crashed, he left it to me, along with
some urine stone in the toilet.
And when I looked at the apartment for the first time, hung a heavy
Backpack with rope to ventilate on it.
And now too: like a random birthmark, potted in mine
gray sheet metal elongated balcony wall, he looks at me, or
like a cursor, who has stopped, at once.
Stands (hangs) he's so simple there for all of this, what one achieves, was
one has lost. Stands for: colorless abandonment! Is there for everything,
something unexpected, a long time ago, maybe once had a catch
for this and that! Well-worn purpose, which could not be fulfilled,
he rises above the impassiveness and greets the fresh every day
anonymous now-air like a sniff.
And for me, the new tenant: And you there! Of, you never will
Reach the summit! Irrelevant! What you hang me with!
And for that, who lives in this apartment after me: Diese Requisite
once belonged to my predecessor, of a woman, who own a property
war. Every day it dawned well into the day and needed as
Vole never traveled far between himself and the room
To ventilate oxygen. The woman has taken over the inventory of hers
predecessor. This man was a passionate alpinist, always stood
before the first bird. And stingy with cleaning products, like with
unnecessary words. But he climbed all Swiss mountains, before he was on
easiest of them all lost its balance —
One tenant after the next the orphaned hook with
fills new meaning. etc.
(10.6.18)