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I found the key of Maria's room in my mailbox shortly after she had left to Boston. I could be sure she would not come back before the following morning. Since I had to do other business during the day, I was looking forward to take my time for further investigations in the early evening.
I tried to access her place without being seen or heard
by anyone and when I finally got into it I couldn't suppress a
deep sigh.
The radio was everywhere. I turned around in
order to focus on other things. But the more I tried to avoid it,
the more physical it became. It was grey, black and
sometimes even dark green. It was too small and too big
at the same time, and it was hard to find a perspective
from which I didn't get dizzy. Some hours later I could hear its sound,
too. It wasn't music,
it wasn't talk. It simply had
started its engine and was about to
When I left the key at Maria's house I told her
boyfriend that
I had to go there another time,
and if possible, early in the
morning.
HER BOYFRIEND (flinches by a fraction of an inch)
Sure. She'll call you tomorrow, ok?
When I waved at him to say goodbye, he was - like Cliff the
evening before- still too thoughtful to respond to my action.
She wants me to play music, but I don't play the music.
I also don't eat her soup, drink her tea, use her micro wave.
I feel hot, I need a break.
The flowers ouside make me feel unreal. It is still too warm
and too humid to be as dark as it is. I am working in the for-
bidden area, I am restricted to the given material and I am
asked to make decisions.
This is against the rules, she is going to test me with this.
I sweat, I almost shout at one of her colleagues, when he
is passing by.
When to start and when to stop with something. When to give
up, when to bite through something.
CUT TO:
Very thin lines in horizontal direction.
The paper coils up
again and again, the tape doesn't stick to the table, my hands are
trembling, the pencil is too hard for this kind of paper.
1.5 inches and I draw another line. 1.5 inches
and I draw again.
I count and I draw. The ruler
I am given to work with is made for
the metric system, but the instructions are written in inches.
I don't
have time to think about this problem, I have to go on.