25 August 2024
25082404 (story from a chamois)
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25082404 (story from a chamois)
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I step out from my warm slumber and shake the snow off my fur. The world is a slight blue, some faces of a mountain side are gold from the sun. The snow doesn't melt.
I see some figures up high, and I smile at them for they might be new friends.
I am well rested and the weather is forgiving today. I make my little hoovesteps down the path. Puk-Puk-Puk. I am a little hungry now, I search for some grass.
Puk-Puk-Puk. I make a rhythm in the still air. My friends have yet to join me.
I hear a little sound from high up, followed by a LOUD ONE, followed by a warm one. I almost forgot to tell you there was also pain, a great big one, it took me a minute to notice, and by then I had three seconds left. I am powerless, I am confused, I am…..
This postcard series follows this chain of events: i visit a flea market (notably the Trödelmarkt Aachener Platz in Düsseldorf) to pick out old/vintage postcards that have an image that catches my attention or speak to me; i then write something prompted by this image, spontaneously, in front of my typewriter. Not all postcards make their way to this series because i decide to keep them for my personal collection.