She seemed to have stopped at the key moment and right in front of the door when she heard guns! It was actually really good she dropped by yesterday. And it could have taken a lot of pressure of the cattle if she had not turned around and left immediately again. All is quiet now on her end and she probably did not need many words to explain herself if she had. Some background info would have been very fruitful. There is a big chance now nothing ever gets any clearer than this. It is always good to hear the other side of the story. It completes the truth of the confident and shakes the fundamentals of the dishonest. All this useless aggression... disguised as misunderstood phrases... uncivilized clumsiness if it comes to dealing with the other sex. Yes, i used the word guns and i lowered my voice like i wanted to scare somebody but she could have known i did not mean it that way. There are no guns here and if there are they are not loaded. Can not stop joking around... but is it not called shooting what photographers do? Susan help me out here! Did you not write that the camera is actually marketed and sold as a predatory weapon! Question: She died a few years ago. What now?
Answer: I count the characters of this opening and halfway the word dropped in the second sentence it is already 140. I really have to practice more to become a devoted twitter...
Q: The ultimate goal is a web-novel in 140 characters... the full coverage of the history of mankind in 140 characters... or just a scientific report on the inevitable extinction of human intelligence within 140 generations beginning in your family in 140 characters or worse the explanation to the ultimate and perfect web page resembling a black Malevich painting made by somebody like Tilbake or even Tilbud in 140 characters? Oh, let me read a Manifest in Twitter! Airplane emergency instructions in 140 characters? Mayday, Mayday, we are going down, Yahoo and Yippee?
A: No wonder nobody takes me seriously. Obviously i have never twittered in my life let alone seen a twitter and already i act like, or better, am a perfect old grumpy farting big ass.
Q: Pffft, thought it was someone else? At the door i mean, yesterday?
A: I am with limited or no expectations. I had some though but left them gradually along the road. But i do not want to go into that direction. Let me take a turn and get away from the silly gun-incident. That will all fall in it's place. I have no worries. O.K, i guess i started here about twitter because i need so many words just to get going. I could not do without the words around the keywords. So back to the root: this whole business started with the remark of Bratu in that interview where he called himself an empirical artist and i thought that was funny. So, let me ask a question: How do i look at art empirically? Can i? May i? Does it make a difference for others?
Q: So Carla ...?
A: Forget her Q, she is a puppet who died in an air raid in 1955!! Let me answer my own questions!
Q: i did not start, did i?
You say yes, i say no, you say stop and i say go go go!
Photo: Sluik goes on confession along the main road into Chania early June 2009.
