What a stupid country it
The edge in the centre?
What a nonsense and bizarreness it is!
Somebody should do something with it.
Somebody should put everything
back in order.
With no doubt
there will be somebody.
And will put everything in order.
up this horrible mess.
Willingly. With delight.
Though also with the
feeling of deep disgust.
The same kind of disgust we feel
a piece of shit.
In a piece of chaos. In putridity of chaos . . .
. Someone would dig for some time
and again everything would be
The centre would be in the centre
and the edge would be at
Everything would be in the right place.
And where would someone
Would someone stay here
or would someone come back to someone's
If one came back, where
would one go?
Where is one's place? In the centre?
In the middle? At
Somewhere between the centre and the edge?
In the centre.
Of course, in the centre.
Everywhere one is, there is the centre.
Very likely one is coming from the tribe
which wandering across the
bush is carrying
a pole which is the centre of the universe – when
at first they put the pole into the ground.
everything is clear.
They hate darkness and mess, or darkmess.
space must be clear and pure.
Like it is here?
Like it is here.