Mails

(for Niel)

finally emptied my mailbox last Friday
promotion ads, newspapers, two amazon packages and unknown mails to previous tenants
Niel said I was supposed to mail them back with a note
that they don’t live here anymore
in my mind I was also not here anymore
but to be flashing present
on the day before the picnic in Schönbrunn when love was decided to be outspoken
love was therefore observed
in stop motion
snapshots of fleeting objects
visualizing a movement
a pose of wonder
that now rents my apartment
while we walk around in bare feet
and blink very slowly