The Beam Machine
Subwaystation Moritzplatz today: An ATM with a pair of shoes neatly deposited in front. Maybe it’s not an ATM, maybe it’s a beam machine, a time machine, a summer machine, a travelator something to escape with and leave shoes behind
Winter continues, snow never ends, the longing for warmth and colors is immense.
Bottles, colors, sunbeams in my hallway.