everybody is looking out for themselves, only i am looking out for myself.
egotistic calculations
spring has always followed her own tune. pissing away her days, marking territory. this time she could only roll her green eyes. she failed. she was well aware of that.
professor vladimir georgievski called it a cross, my grandma – a coordinate system.
from there, each one starts alone from her/his point zero, spreads, grows in depth, yearns for the heights, sinks, plays with liminal points, draws amazing parables, it is its own starting and end point: its mathematical ur-beginning.
