– i’ve tried to go outside today. i thought it would be daylight after all this time. i know it hasn’t been hours or days, maybe months, maybe years who knows ? who really knows ?
– …
– i remember i told you that the walls could open sometimes, well maybe they don’t, maybe not…
– …
– i should have a closer look tomorrow tonight i can’t and i’m not alone and it’s raining in the walls. i wish i’d hoped for daylight but i forgot and now it’s too late. too late.
– …
– did i tell you it’s raining in the walls ?

– i think i’ve found out where you and your angels come from, i don’t know if i’m supposed to tell you this, but you don’t mind, do you ?
– …
– i was right, the walls can open, now there’s a door in the elevator i call it the elevator door, i sat in front of the elevator door for a long time i was waiting for you but i don’t think you came i can’t remember if you came i can’t remember much…
– …
– i see you’ve left me some pills again maybe i’m going to take them and maybe i’m going to climb to reach the elevator door, i’m not afraid to, i’m not afraid to fall. not anymore.
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– tell me that even if i stop looking at it the elevator door won’t close…

– your angels were on the phone but i can’t bother to pick or hang up these days, tell them i’ve got some food and a fire and i can take care of myself now.
– …
– and i heard whispers through the receiver last night, i heard you asked them if i’m alright, i’m fine i try to be alone, when i can’t i just lay down and look at the walls. did you know they open sometimes ?
– …
– did you ever see that ?
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– i have to move now. i’m tired of looking at the phone i’m tired of trying to talk. tell your angels not to call anymore i’m too tired.

without you i’m nothing is summer, sleeping with ghosts is summer, but black market music is winter,
let’s see, helium sunset (an pierle) is summer, lost in space – aimee mann is winter, but bachelor n?2 is summer ; things can start to get weird here,
hail to the thief is very summer, very highwayish too, but kid A and amnesiac are winter. OK computer is neither one nor the other, OK computer is.
cocoon crash is terribly summer, and TGSC is summer, early summer, almost happy is tricky, late winter possibly.
i am kloot is all winter. can’t help that. and turin brakes is all summer. can’t help that either.

sgt. pepper’s is both.

showbiz is winter, the rest of muse’s discography is err…megalomaniac. under feet like ours – t&s – is winter. if it was you, i don’t know.
elysian fields is summer. the dresden dolls is winter. bob dylan is everything.

beautiful freak and daisies of the galaxy are summer, but electro-shock blues is definitely winter. under the pink is winter, and so is grace, but ben & jason is summer.
that’s funny.
parachutes is winter, a rush of blood is…ug, still impossible.
garbage’s beautiful is summer, so summer, and version 2.0 is winter. the strokes are summer, electrelane is summer, metric is summer, cat power is winter, girls in hawaii is winter, maximilian hecker is both…

oh boy, guess that must be some kind of hornby attack, now let’s hope i don’t start to make top fives on top of that…

do we have only universal images in our heads, or can we create images ? or both ?
can we really invent something new ? aren’t we just recycling what we see, hear, taste, feel, which is to some extent, what other people can see, hear, or feel, and mainly what other people have already seen, heard, or felt ?
is originality still possible ? does pure invention exist ?
are we all copying from each other, adding and substracting subtle elements to make something our own ?
do we have the right to ask for recognition then ? do we even have the right to show it, to share it ? and furthermore, can we claim it as our own ?
where’s the point where influence begins, where’s the point when it’s not just strong influences anymore ?
can we be only inspired by something, and not try to reproduce it ?
is it dishonest to hide our points of origin ?
can we still be innovative, creative, in the pure sense ?

if i’m looking at a picture and i get that strange feeling that it looks too damn close to one of my own,
then how many people can look at my pictures and get that same strange feeling ?