HAPPENING-INDIGO

In the smallest nook of heart chambers, you should have lain obediently low for as long as you could. Nowadays the world is increasingly unformable and therefore criminally malleable. In the tear-film of human star-eyes, the compulsion to break is on the march and reigns, as consciously planned happiness is increasingly out of reach! Our cells, which give birth to our cosmos-causing blunders, are slowly beginning to close in on themselves their conciliatory, harmonious halos of our merciful, moral goodness. And so we become desolate and balding crater-placentas. 

The velvet of obscurity mercilessly blends into the everyday. Our defenceless, ever-childish onion-skin personhood is deliberately stalled on the path of self-realisation, because it is animated by the conscious diving streams of fear. We would cling to each other's beating heartstrings for forgiveness, for patience. A brain-breaking blast flashes like an axe when we become aware of our own calculated deception; we lie sprawled on the playful sheets of everyday life and feel the last, senseless clingings, that we might be the last ones!

It is always more difficult and tiresome effort to see our deeds in the past! The total, deliberately chaotic confusion of perception always takes its revenge when we trust or abandon ourselves! - Our ribs rise up like a sling-cage and encircle our hearts: in human terms, the conditions of what we call culture are most harsh and hard. The mouth-breathers of the underworld have not even considered that every foolish thing is a good foolish thing, or that it has consequences! The nameless dyspinty stuntmen of a nameless nuclear age are darting through a pesky magnetic field. In great haste the worthy finale is always missed!