We wear casual looking sweatshirts in apricot when wild clouds presage rain. Engraved metal casts flickering shadows on dry hay while we inhabit old rituals in hidden chambers with high speed internet. There are three immortal flowers on an altar behind a huge supermarket where we buy branded plastic bags; but nothing else. Do our eyes become sharper? We unwrap bronze. We connect us to subcultural practices. We use common categories for material to order online but we ignore them all to bring transcendence into those treacherous industrial elements - finally. Do we still pour desire in alchemy? We celebrate ceremonies for emotional and spiritual balance on greyish Ikea couches in very small rooms but we can’t wait. We can’t wait much longer. We sweat. We freeze. We are the unfocused concentrate of haired existence - at last.
Alfons Knogl @alfonsknogl