Lung test around an hour in the train station. Just had to see life again! Often used to go to the train station, just wanted to be there, where life is and then really missed it. Never reached the center of the world, never their center. Or maybe yes; in which you understood, every time, that this center does not exist, that life does not take place anywhere….
Oh, this hunger for life! Almost in the (quarantine) Sickness you had to go down, about the longing for life – this hunger that was like a disease for more life, real life – to be able to forget.) Anyway.
What life did you mean? What life are you talking about, when it was still possible for you, Walking through the streets for hours on two legs with a glowing head and eyes burning with longing ..?
Never made it, to get a single person to do it, to stand still,
together with you. It was, which separates and at the same time screams for unification in the separation like a foil, a meeting with the (strange) People. Paradox.
Still know, like me at a party (quite drunk however) at the bar to a colleague, who stood next to me, said: while we looked at the dance floor: “And I gawk, gaffe, gaffe, gave up all the men!”
And my neighbor's jaw dropped at this remark. He looked at me, like i'm some strange insect!
I always understood that; to break all conventions just by watching and looking at human faces; how to decently and elegantly ignore!
How to look at the ground, path, at the clock, right now, in which you want to see you and something in it (his / her face, Look, the reply) must recognize something elementary ….!!!!!!!!!
On the one hand you can see these people at the train station, which are very likely to come from somewhere and are very likely to be on their way somewhere; the travelers, I mean, and! Often times they are just striding through the crowd, her gaze is purposeful and her clothes can be anything from functionally solid to elegant or chic. An extremely serious one, some of these people are correct.
Then you see that on the other hand, that are on their way to nowhere, and this with more or less great nonchalance. I don't have to say anything about their appearances. They work by strolling around, Pendant, Mobbing. They crouch on the steps of the Heiliggeistkirche, on the floor by the escalator driveway. Some of them have completely lost their shame, Others – who knows – may have just waited too long for life …
Have to laugh at the thought, at them, who rush purposefully across Bahnhofplatz, it might be the case, that they just pretend … hahaha…
Somehow, maybe that's the case, at this moment, in which they know they are being watched … from me? Hahah!
I do not know. I can't imagine, that anyone can go anywhere, when he / she does not meet a glance. He / she just has to … arrive here …. look down at yourself …
No. I can already imagine.-
But: we could all be different!
We others! We strangers!
Used to small communities. Loving only the next one, that comes from us …
Thrown into a mass sea of our own kind, Skin to skin and yet alienation, to use it to drive in public places …
Each one alone. Everyone pretending (Limits fluid) Haha.
What are we walking on the arm?? What a phantom?
I saw: Hurried past (the seriously correct, the not-quite-correct-casual), bearded boys cliques all with cell phones on their ears, Chinese with their suitcases, young Arab women with prams and beautiful large turbans on their heads, cackling like chickens, a singer with guitar and mic, a couple of drunks dancing, barefoot, a bald man in a jacket, a man, traveling with a cardboard suitcase, a Securitas guard, a woman with a pointy nose and gray whiskers (sat next to me on the bus bench) “Slide!”, she said to me. “Please slide over!” A young lady, that might have come from university, with nice calves. The postcard seller (whom I met ten years ago on Bahnhofplatz). etc.
Unser Bahnhof…. und Du mit Deiner Sicht von Aussen, mittendrin…. thank you!
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