Galerie b2

What do the nights in the new city do to you? Every alteration over time also effects bodily deformations: suddenly you look fabulous - or rubbish. The time until then can vary in length, it is a lonely process - or maybe not even a process but something spontaneously occurring, like a pimple or something similar. Contrarily, the native American tribe of the Pueblos has stories of transmigration. Transmigration, i.e. the essence of the person, always walks on foot and never travels by horse. When the soul has arrived it is the moment of transformation. This is what John Smith did not understand in his idiotic dozen-mentality. A continuing correspondant, a european tale, is produced by the economy; no, the thinkers of economy. Adam Smith knew of the self-will of the immaterial, Marx anyway. John and Adam Smith do not share much more than their family name, just as Groucho, Chico, Harpo, Gummo, Zeppo and Karl Marx.

(About all forms of disappearance many negative things can be said, that much I have already understood. Yet, within withdrawl, there remains an element of autonomy which must not be forgotten. Disappearing is also not always a decay, and decay is not always a reductive process. A strawberry-nose speaks for itself. In it connect signs and time, and so one carries history in one's face. But it is evident that this is not always a story of success. When one thinks, for example, of one's strawberry-nose and one's compulsion for repetition, then the hope for wear and tear and eradication should be contained in the repeated story. One's insisting would then not be a charming sign of maturation but just calculated shit.
With John Smith it is different, similarly made, but more has happened. He tells the same story twice because he has no other at his disposal, as you say. But that had to come to someone's attention at some point. At that time, however, he had already exhausted himself with his story.)

Niklas Lichti
Translation by Ulrich Mühe