they sat around like some cloud of half-truth, that smelly nonsense which remains breezing the air for a short while after a joke. it was a bit funny but I somehow forgot how the joke goes. still the punchline was in many ways paramount for their existence and odd enough for them to stick around for a bit without any desire to be somewhere else. not even in time. i was there.

how they got there in the first place could only be told in thousands of endless stories about love and death and that’s basically what they kept on telling each other over and over again.

i mean who wouldn’t.

far in the future from now, and then again a few decades back from then, the temperature and sea levels were on rise just like today. the overall presence of chronophobia from the depths of the collective unconscious had long worn off. but still the flood didn’t stop until there were only a few mountain tops left. of course most of humanity was gone except us living on these small islands, big enough though to be the great lands we survived on. but since we never really thought we would make it in the first place, it wasn’t so much about survival as it was living in paradise—an absolute catastrophical beauty, a perfect chaos of hate and love.

there i am. old and dirty between the wrinkles. and these sand particles covering my body which i stopped washing a long time ago, sparkled at night lit by the gray moon like diamonds in the sky. i am so old that i lost my age on the way. my gender has blurred to magnificent androgynous perfection, although the skin is far past from deserving to be referred to as extra or loose. breasts and testicles dangling cross counter to almost every weary move still possible.

i have grown long canine teeth like a prehistoric cougar. unlike vampires i am real. my beard and hair white, almost translucent, covering most of my naked appearance. and because i suffer from a strange dementia, i have lost it once in a while. this time wasn’t so bad. i am angry about myself killing a fly, so i went to sleep and in my dreams i killed the lion you told me about.

my sleep was unusually shallow that night. maybe due to the perfect climate that summer and this lofty breeze blowing warm air from the island outwards into the sea.

woken up by a strange voice blabbering on and on, i rolled up my furs and walked over to where it came from.

are you hallucinating? I asked.

no i’m writing. she said.

can we talk?

no, don’t have time but you can sing a song for me if it makes you feel better. i won’t listen but i’ll hear it for sure. i might get it on another level.

this little girl really confused me once more. nevertheless i started jodeling and walked on into the woods. by sunrise i arrived on the other side of the island and kari came walking upwards from the beach with some pink oysters.

i was exhausted but not tired just like disembarking from a long flight spent on dormicum. we stared at the sunrise in a slightly tense silence until she started to build utopian structures in the sand that looked like old space stations. too nervous to watch i slurped a few oysters. i never quite got her take on architecture and I desperately needed a vacation.

Starship 13: Geld Alkohol Feminismus Sex - Cover Monika Baer
  1. Cover Monika Baer
  2. Editorial Starship 13 Martin Ebner, Ariane Müller, Nikola Dietrich, Henrik Olesen
  3. Greer Lankton Greer Lankton
  4. New New Impressions of Africa Jakob Kolding
  5. Contents
  6. Lost in numbers Karl Holmqvist
  7. Interview with Robert Bittenbender Robert Bittenbender, Robert McKenzie
  8. Das Lamas-Haus Florian Zeyfang, Lisa Schmidt-Colinet, Alexander Schmoeger
  9. Clouds Stephanie Wurster, Vera Tollmann
  10. Das Licht ist so hell Hans-Christian Dany
  11. Mollicutes Tenzing Barshee
  12. Crumbs Gerry Bibby
  13. Petting Zoo Francesca Drechsler
  14. Lee Miller Ariane Müller
  15. Dull and Bathos Jay Chung
  16. Liotard Christopher Müller
  17. Littoral Madness Chris Kraus
  18. aus: Am kühlen Tisch Amelie von Wulffen
  19. Visiting Highgate Cemetery Mercedes Bunz
  20. sub rosa Scott Cameron Weaver
  21. Institute of Flexibility Marte Eknæs
  22. The Bank of England Museum David Bussel
  23. Die kleinste Einheit (eine verrufene Münze kursiert geheim) Ulla Rossek
  24. Circles Drawn in Water: Play in the Major Key Lars Bang Larsen
  25. Orgy Marte Eknæs, Nicolau Vergueiro
  26. Circle, Senki, Mingei, Starnet Richard Birkett
  27. Untitled (F.P. #2, H.B.—  part 1 & part 2, Q.B. #2, Q.B. #1) Liz Deschenes
  28. 3 bad habits Monika Baer
  29. Moneydreams Rainer Ganahl
  30. Mathieu Malouf Mathieu Malouf
  31. Hallo, Dr. Fanta Max Schmidtlein
  32. Arts & Foods Amy Lien, Enzo Camacho, Ilya Lipkin
  33. Die Morschen Monika Rinck
  34. 1976, 1983, 2015 Julie Ault, Lucy R. Lippard
  35. what am i doing here David Antin
  36. 1. Get on board! Peter Wächtler
  37. Vacation Tobias Spichtig
  38. if you did, do we share something now? Lou Cantor
  39. Marinoni Tennis Club Ariane Müller, Martin Ebner
  40. Valparaiso Martin Ebner
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