Cosmos is Pale Green/Kosmos er lysegrønt

 

Cosmos is Pale Green

As a child I had speculations about how Cosmos really was constructed. I pictured myself and the World as living on a very big person, who in turn lived on an even bigger person along with his family and his whole world and this contruction went on and on. It didn't have an end. Curiously enough all these enormous persons were pale green, and we lived on his left big toe.



winter rain
a fly squashed
by Ulysses



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Kosmos er lysegrønt

Da jeg var barn røg jeg ud i overvejelser om, hvordan Kosmos virkelig var indrettet. Jeg så mig selv og verden befinde sig på et meget stort menneske, som igen befandt sig på en endnu større person sammen med sin familie og hele sin verden, og den konstruktion blev ved og ved. Der var ingen ende på det. Underligt nok var alle disse enorme mennesker lysegrønne, og vi levede på hans venstre storetå.



vinterregn
en flue mast
af Ulysses

 

 

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file date: December 13, 2011

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