|JUNK FILE KATHARSIS -
DAS GLÜCK HAT KEIN
- essay zur erstellung
einer verbindung zwischen drei illustrationen, die
bislang in keinerlei zusammenhang standen -
|While I thrive in illusion, in total
fantasy, I find perfection in Life. If I keep on
dreaming, I will hold on to my soul. A person not
taking place in reality, off to France,
off to Disneyland where one finds fulfillment.
Und spießig zu sein, schließt nicht
aus, klug zu sein... Wie auch umgekehrt ... "As
I stand by the wall, I think of all the
furniture I did not sell today. On the other
side of the road, the young man who studies
economics and art, contemplates the disturbing
effect which my shirt has on the miraculously
shaped yellow plastic wall ...
Our lives are about to
change in a rather drastic way - both of us
realizing the amount of dissatisfaction and
disgust of being deceived by society which
tricked us into believing that we could
actually have a life (in) that chique way.
the shallow and hollow ways and stop working
or studying. Becoming friends and lovers.
Spending our time of mutual happiness and love
at the waiting rooms of Social Security ... We
will start our "real life" by abandoning the conditioning
influences and read a lot of books.
Education is really the key for making a
difference ... "
der Kurzsicht und der Schmalspur unseres
Verhaltens waren völlig losgelöst
aus dem Akzeptanz-Feld."
|" ... One Year later ... We had
changed our style rather drastically. We lived
together in our own apartment, being folk
artists dressing in drag and trying to save our
favourite café, the infamous
(bundes)cafécranzler(kohl) from becoming
shut down ! We marched through the streets with
other political demonstrationists. Nevertheless,
our efforts to remain outside of the so-called
We married eventually,
as the laws became more subversed, and we
adopted two kids, a girl and a boy. From then
on, our living room became a mysterious zone
of arty 50's and Biedermaier type 90's
mixture, together with kid's stuff and
playthings for adults everywhere. The
radiation leak from the TV
set intensified our own internal glowing.
|The way we were took a turn for the
worse when the radioactive elements in our
apartment melted - and we changed into
electrical mutants because our boy, who was
such a different monster than we were, had
transformed the TV ... Into the mechanism, we
built a strange transversal intermix pattern: We
return to normal every now and then - when there
is passion in Life, or when there's something on
TV ... "
- to be continued
, possibly -
Copyleft 2006 Daniel Emerson Aldridge