Apology Letter to the Snail Community (2018)

A never ending process one MUST go through in the 21st Century. Afraid of the Digital Dark Age? Or World Wide War? And everything getting lost? Afraid to loose your shit? Afraid of Missing Out? Loosing your phone all the time, praying to your hard drive to breath again? First you curse your laptop like a bitch when it slows down and now you’re on your knees begging for forgiveness when it blacks out from the daily abuse? Piles of mails in the backyard of your virtual graveyard… Finding systems and routines to not get lost in the Physical Streets without loosing battery life - meanwhile you biting in an apple that is too soggy for your broke but still bourgeois tastebuds. It’s not easy and the multitude is trembling, the floor is swept away and you find yourself suddenly with empty hands. What a relief. But… it’s moment of peace that doesn’t stick around. Instead a ravage of lines peaks through your forehead and shatters right in front of your eyes… You are having heavy diarrhea on your desk and are about to throw up at the same time… —— confused about what to wipe first! How did you end up here from just cleaning up your room? When does hoarding become unhealthy? You will know soon when your children tell you to get rid of your crap. You being an artist will not for ever be an excuse to postpone treating your compulsive behaviour and taking flowerpots home found on the streets. It’s time to admit you’re a scared arsehole, uptight from constipation; cramped circular muscle of thoughts collecting and holding on every little thing getting in your hands…


Welcome To The Real World

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