Mumbo Jabaliyya

A while ago (10 days that is about the only exact recall of this occasion) I positioned my self In this industrial, post-apocalyptic Urban like Tiny free state Somewhere in this world And made contact with Absolutely normal and bizarre humans And actually conversed with them With quiet a few of ‘m And got lost into these interactions To the point That I had absolutely not a clue What it was I intended to point out And they replied They didn’t understand me anyway In short The best communication one can have It got dark And this planet changed But its inhabitants didn’t For a while With my tribe I migrated from one corner of this world To the other From the Mountains of the Tall To the Valley of the Small Females On these journeys Plenty of Fellow Wanderers The Statue People Which were guides in the chaos To point out where I was And the Lost Ones Desperately, eagerly sharing Intimate life stories And we st...

Empty, lazy and totally clueless about what to do, I decide to take a hike into the city It’s raining steadily and evenly A consequent pattern It’s that time Just before the bars, restaurants, coffee shops open So The best time Gentle quietness Before the guests ruin the atmosphere of these places A pretty girl cycles by She doesn’t look at me, of course But at her phone, of course I consider myself more as an observer than a participant of society But people do see me Not al of them  But I see reactions towards me After a while I realize  My visual experiences are repetitive  And mathematically spread over the old city centre A small herd of Airbnb folk Seem to be lost and deviant While the rest of the people walk the streets Like equally divided by the square meters Small amounts and small groups of locals, tourists, pupils, students and labourers Seem to be orderly placed  By a chess player Eve...