Fine particles are forced from a point on the horizontal mirror. They develop a gritty smoke which moves of its own accord along the surface. It gathers to form a series of lines, then swirling, connected shapes. A mechanical hum fills the air. Twin brothers emerge from the dust. “Watch that man squatting in the corner.” Says the first. “Which man?” “The one who holds his head in his hands and whose tears flow like a river.” “I don’t see him, but I can feel his presence.” “He is the source of our uneasiness, his name is Ennui.” “My arms fold into themselves when I reach for him.” “Will we ever reach you?” The brothers become vague as the mirror loses its color. Their lines extend infinitely instead of renewing themselves. “I can be found in the corner of every room.” Says Ennui. Ennui disintegrates, but leaves behind a piece of his shit. The vertical mirror reflects reality.Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
