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I watched the video five times in a row while talking to a friend. The video loop consisted of a very slow camera shot, at first only fleeting, blurry shapes and colors could be seen. Gradually, the image became clearer. Once it was fully in focus, I believe you could see raindrops – definitely something involving water. The whole thing lasted about 5-10 minutes. Then it started again. You probably know what a video loop is.
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I was kind of mad at my friend because he kept talking about how much he disliked the choice of monitor for this video. His words disturbed my slightly tipsy peace as i sat on an uncomfortable stool, watching. I didn’t want to talk about choices you make in reality. I was floating around in a video loop about raindrops! When the fourth beer really hit me and I realized that I was probably going to die in that gallery, we went outside for a smoke. No one really knows what to at openings. We were standing in a circle talking and smoking. It was already dark and I needed to pee. So I walked back across the yard and into the big house with the gallery on the third floor, where you’d normally have to awkwardly ring the bell to get in.
But now every door was open.
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✨opening night✨
 
I went to the bathroom like normal. That part isn’t paticularly interesting.
The interesting part is that when I entered the gallery to pee, there were still people inside – at least two or three. But when I was done and came out oft he bathroom there was no one. Some gallery staff had locked up without checking if everyone already left. I don’t hold it against them.
I always wanted to be trapped in a museum at night. It wasn’t a museum but close enough. I kind of hoped to find some secret documents about art trafficking or whatever or at least a skeleton of an abusive collector who was murdered because he couldn’t keep it in his pants towards the young daughter of an artist. Instead I found the wifi code.
I was sitting down behind one of the desks and pretended to be a gallerist.
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​04

Michael decides to go for a walk.
It’s very sunny today, and he feels pressured to go outside.
He thinks: „It might be the perfect day to visit that castle I‘ve wanted to see for months.“
Michael is pleased with the idea and thankful that he can pursue a mission today.
He walks for 30 minutes.
When he finally arrives, he realizes that you have to actual pay to enter the castle.
Michael thinks: „Fuck it. It’s going to look like any other castle from the inside anyway.“
So he decides to only visit the park around the castle.
The castle is located on top of a hill and the park flows out of it like a river.
Michael’s route begins at the top.
It’s a Saturday, so there are a lot of other visitors.
Michael starts wandering between the neatly planted bushes.
He stops to watch the fountain and he’s happy to see water jumping around.

A stranger asks him: „Can you take a picture of my wife and me?“
Michael smiles politely and says: „Yes, of course.“
The castle makes a beautiful background for the photo.
He takes the picture, and the stranger says: „Thanks.“
Michael continues his walk.
Forty seconds later another stranger stops him, and asks for a picture.
Michael takes it, but by now he’s a bit annoyed.
After that more and more people keep coming to him, asking him to take their pictures.
He thinks: „That’s odd. They could ask someone else.“
But it’s only him. He’s the photographer.
 

A group of 20 people gathers around him.

He can’t continue his walk anymore.

Michael gets mad because he thought he had saved money by not visiting the castle - and now all of this is not what he had planned for today.

His mission is screwed.

People stretch their hands to him, trying to hand him their smartphones and cameras.

Michael has to admit that his day is over.

He’ll be occupied for the next hours taking pictures of strangers.



 

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They’ve been together for a few years now. It’s a long time, but also not really. They walk along between the graves. A few birds are chirping; otherwise, it’s quiet. The graveyard is about to close.

 

For the moment, he wants to stay silent. She wants to talk about trivial things, because she’s annoyed by all this reverent behavior just because they’re at a graveyard.

 

They think differently about death.

She imagines every grave with its matching ghost. Some ghosts are completely confused about their state of being dead. They have a ghost psychosis and babble nonsense. Many of them sing to themselves or lounge on their gravestones, bored.

 

He thinks it must be rather nice to just lie somewhere quietly while family members decide which flowers to plant next.

 

But both silently agree that they don’t need to share their ideas about death right now. At the moment, they’re alive, so it doesn’t matter.

 

They stop for a moment so he can take a photo of one of the graves. A man had a picture of himself with his Mercedes printed (or engraved, not really sure) onto his stone.

 

Suddenly, a fairly large crow lands in front of them.

She believes it’s a message from one of the dead buried here - maybe someone got angry because they laughed at the Mercedes photo.

 

He’s absolutely superstitious and completely freaks out, utterly convinced that his last hour has come. He screams at the crow: “Fuck off!”

The crow can’t talk back, because it’s a bird, so it just stares at them.