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In geometry class we assembled triangles. After rearranging the pieces, we ended up with gaps. In those gaps I dreamt houses. They where always like the houses I had been in recently, only with a vast amount of rooms. Soon we learnt to look at the gap as a problem to be solved. But where does that leave me and my houses?
The houses didn't leave when logic erased the gaps. They grew smaller, but  the number of rooms increased. And they would keep on shrinking until I would find a place where they could rest.


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Everybody was supposed to go home you know. Why else was the fluorescent lamp turned on? Valuska looked like a conductor, but a conductor doesn't address the audience. Valuska spoke to us as if our bodies were the stars, the planets, the sun and the moon.
Have you ever heard of the magical triangle? Four pieces make a triangle, once you rearrange them, a gap appears. In this gap he dreamt his house.  


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I guess it took him ten minutes to tell his story. It wasn't a story that involved everyone, it was a story that involved everything.
The house on the pea was like the house she lived in as a child, only bigger.
 
After a while, the locals emerged from the black and white fog. They began to twist and turn, just like Valuska directed them to. For a while, you could only hear the sound of their boots and clothes.
 
It never occured to me to ask him to leave. Why should I? No one else would do this. Besides, I had already turned on the lamp, shouldn't that be enough? I kept quiet and observed, while the sun is burning almost ten million miles from here.

Latest revision as of 16:32, 30 October 2014

Everybody was supposed to go home you know. Why else was the fluorescent lamp turned on? Valuska looked like a conductor, but a conductor doesn't address the audience. Valuska spoke to us as if our bodies were the stars, the planets, the sun and the moon.

I guess it took him ten minutes to tell his story. It wasn't a story that involved everyone, it was a story that involved everything.

After a while, the locals emerged from the black and white fog. They began to twist and turn, just like Valuska directed them to. For a while, you could only hear the sound of their boots and clothes.

It never occured to me to ask him to leave. Why should I? No one else would do this. Besides, I had already turned on the lamp, shouldn't that be enough? I kept quiet and observed, while the sun is burning almost ten million miles from here.