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We lie the Liers, gouache, ink, 70 x 50 cm, 2016


Sun perishes under our feet.
Water presses against our coating,
inscribing autochthonous inner etchings.

Flowing rays eradicate our eyes.
We are suspended in our skins
as ahistorical nocturnal animals.

We lie to the liars.

Blinded perpetual emotion swallowers. Growing anger in the flesh obtainable everywhere.

Europe in a vacuum.
Calculated existence in empty handed capitalism.

Our sight blocked by shadows of the loved ones.

Into the night.

Infinity of selfishness.
Bricked windows and doors.

Berlin’s loneliness.

Expectations.