Drinking coffee in the kitchen,
watching the slow movement
of people in the otherwise
still autumn landscape, I am
devoid of thoughts, merely
observing details, images.
A skinny blonde girl in a long
black jacket walking to
the neighbouring apartment
is just that. An image devoid
of extensions for what is
me at the moment. And
the moment when the yard
is empty, after her, is as
full of meaning. This
moment between images
of people will pass, has passed.
And now an old, small,
balding man slowly making his
way, will on another day, be
more than merely his image.
There will be an extension
in thought, time and space.
But for now, there is
nothing but the image.
21.-22.09.2023
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