Jun 09, 2010 00:03
Things. Like:
- a last kiss
- cereal premiums
I have been in the Berlin Museum für Naturkunde but remember nothing of it.
The photograph of a nearly translucent Michael Stipe knelt down on a jumble of power cords and wires at the edge of a stage. We cannot see his face. He is surrounded by hundreds of colourful little toy dinosaurs. I have forgotten all of the songs but that I remember.
O to have met, during those early autumn days I spent alone in supermarkets, a desirable cereal premium. A tiny dino. Die cast bull terrier. Those Kaiyodo/Furuta Choco Eggs figurines just about make me weep. Or to hear, no helping it, Elämä on juhla. Or: the tiny birds on the feeder. Nothing will become of them. I am becoming very lazy in my despair. It is chiefly funny.