2007年5月5日星期六

Tuere,der Urzeut

I am walking down a dark street late at night and see a single shoe lying there. Lying there as though a person would. As if I can see the person lying there, still connected to, still some how belonging to the shoe. But the person has continued somewhere else. And left the shoe behind as a sort of relic. A piece of evidence. A reminder. A(nother) story.