• A wintry day in '69

    COLD AND NEW
  • And again something tries to fool UB Boy in his own dreams. Is it an ancient voice that whispers key messages in his dreaming ears. Should he write those down?

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  • Cold and New - December 1987
    A wintry day in '69
    From the waterside I sit and watch the world go by. The air is filled with voices, I catch some words here and there. Men with tight-lipped faces skating off, off and on. They tear the sound to pieces, causing the distortion field. From the waterside I find myself home suddenly. Memories out of nothing, in pieces now they come again. I stand up still a bit dizzy, gazing at the world outside. Winter’s just begun, causing this distortion field. From the window-pane, now I turn around and face a quite familiar room, deserted long ago. On the ground some toys, considered lost for years. And predestined as it seems a magazine dated ’69. Something tries to fool me, even following me in my dreams. Or it’s something very childlike, the way it tries to lure me. In fact I’d like to know then, what it is, it wants to show. Fancy it is Me, revealing what I kept for years.