1.
The wind blows hard outside this house
The wind blows hard in the white region
We’re in the white with half our shadows
We’ve brought our guns
We’ve brought our language
We’ve brought our recipe for chicken stew
But there are no chickens
2.
What chain has brought me to this edge?
I aim into the white
I wait and wait ...
Something particular will always happen
3.
Without the possibility of subjectivity there is no she and therefore this whole conversation is meaningless
4.
Light, painter of shadows
What do you make of this helpless gesture?
And the gun
Have you ever seen a more useless collection of molecules?
5.
No one knows anything
[Note: Photos by the young photographer]
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