if it ain't broke...
it still needs fixing.
The Museum of Broken Relationships.
The first few artifacts I saw: an axe, a bowl, and a prosthetic limb.
A bowl
"Mira Furlan"
Ljubljana
Approx. 3 years, January 2003 - September 2005.
You wanted me to bake bread. Because a woman kneading dough is so erotic. You probably thought I’d work up such a sweat that it would drip from my breasts directly into the bowl. One summer day I dressed up only in an apron, just for you and the bowl. In three years I made bread five times in this bowl. It never was any good, always hard as a rock. I don’t know why. Maybe because the bowl is too small for kneading. Or because I sometimes forgot to put in the yeast. Do you put an egg in bread? You were always eying me suspiciously when I was “getting to work”. You wanted me to be like Mira Furlan in the film “Lepota poroka”. But I’m not Mira Furlan. Now I know that the bread was bad because I was afraid that you would - like in the film - smash it on my head with a hammer, if I happened to look too hard at another boy. After that I only ate salad from the bowl for a while. I lost 21 kilograms. But the Furlan woman is such a babe anymore.
The Museum of Broken Relationships.
The first few artifacts I saw: an axe, a bowl, and a prosthetic limb.
A bowl
"Mira Furlan"
Ljubljana
Approx. 3 years, January 2003 - September 2005.
You wanted me to bake bread. Because a woman kneading dough is so erotic. You probably thought I’d work up such a sweat that it would drip from my breasts directly into the bowl. One summer day I dressed up only in an apron, just for you and the bowl. In three years I made bread five times in this bowl. It never was any good, always hard as a rock. I don’t know why. Maybe because the bowl is too small for kneading. Or because I sometimes forgot to put in the yeast. Do you put an egg in bread? You were always eying me suspiciously when I was “getting to work”. You wanted me to be like Mira Furlan in the film “Lepota poroka”. But I’m not Mira Furlan. Now I know that the bread was bad because I was afraid that you would - like in the film - smash it on my head with a hammer, if I happened to look too hard at another boy. After that I only ate salad from the bowl for a while. I lost 21 kilograms. But the Furlan woman is such a babe anymore.