I hide behind my collar.

A Mercedes Benz rolls by

from out of this mechanical monster

and the devilish grin of that German made slick engine...

This makes the base note for my analysis.

The man, in stepping out produces an effect that can be measured in terms of

A greased cog in a wheel, smoothly operating as if in a slowmotion nightmare.

In my coat I could be anyone, a nameless interpretator of our modern culturecradlish

Rocking...

That one moment keeps this scene alive and it echoes.

I try to keep my stare, we are at a kiosk

Facing each other at the table, drinking coffee.

We do not know each other

And are here by accident, filling coupons for a horse race.

As was the predominant note I try to keep my cool

(I am a warrior without economic or social provess)

He is a sheet of paper full of credentials.

I am not Me, I am the colossal Agamemnon standing behind me.

The man produces a shadow made by the ceiling lamps

This shadow is lacking neither in quantity nor quality

It is a shadow and in being a shadow it is partly associated with negative

Mental notes

To the shelf.

The Self of a creature of forwardmotionfilled proportions.

We are Energy Directed

And dictated to a silent machine we sing our lullabies.


Mumbling to myself I look at this man and try to convey to him

Trying to press into this one stare a million different notions

(He thinks I`m crazy)

Let HIm!

I Am!

"You think I care an ounce of your stolen goods, your monkeys on shitty Islands?

You think Anyone will remember after a hundred years todays Nasdaq index?

You think, this cultural, this economic wave that you are riding on has any momentum for a long-term Zeppelin-ride?


But of course he doesn`t think these things

And neither Do I, we smile, drink our coffee and leave each to our separate ways

Full Of Goodwill

Towards Liberal Economy