It was getting dark and windy when E and I got there. Sort of somber-beautiful but wetcold. So we went to the worn down booths to see the only human around. The oracle. She told us things. She read my palm, yeah, while simultaneously speaking with some man on her cell, a stereo seer so to speak. She told him again and again with a high-pitched voice that he needed to go to “the clinic”. Then while lowering her voice she looked at my palm and then at me and slowly and quietly whispered “we need to work hard to pull out the darkness”. It was all sort of confusing. So I bought a little red stone at 90 % discount and took the train home and now Im just hoping for the best.
There was fire below and snow atop. There were the gentle whales, the sweet fruits, and as I was told, death in the shape of a young man on the black rocks. Tousled seaweed and black crabs on his glazed eyes. Empty but still with the surprised look that comes from being shot in the back. After the helicopter came and they took him away, lifting him upwards into the heavens, the crack of thunder and the heavy rain.
Today is Opening Day. Last touches on the exhibition and preparing for work tomorrow.