Someone else's Story

some more from the journal of my maybe projected self



Thursday 33rd of Tricember

Good night, Yulo! This is from someone else's story. From the beginning it is in swedish. The girl came from the very north. But since the boy has grown up, it can be almost anywhere. Like in the middle of a chess game... Time and place just depends on who's taking part on who's side. In our whole world there's at least four sides. And since we implemented eight days a week in the good old 80's, that gives you thirty-two positions to choose. Well, then we haven't even counted what goes on in the dark. On your computer screen the black tower seems to be higher than ever. The emotions you have built and built from childhood, curiosity and melancholia in strange proportions, they begin to look like something really beautiful.



Thursday 33rd of Tricember

Good night again, Yulo!! You've come to realise the rules are different. What is right on this side - or even real on this side - that ain't the same as on some other side. Since you've lived on two opposite sides now (in endless possibility as well as absolute restraint), you don't know what to say when someone begs you to stay. The struggle between Jupiter and Saturn drives you mad. Yulo, we would advice you to use our queen, going fast to faraway ballrooms and even faster back again. With good practice it may seem you are in both places at the same time : outside and inside.



Thursday 33rd of Tricember

Good morning, Yulo! Your brain halves are burning another bridge. Then a soothing feeling of love puts every piece together again. The game must deeply want to find a reason to continue. Tim Rice tries to speak with master Tarkovsky, but he lies down dead in this dimension. Ben Ulweyus has taken a hit from Annie Freewood. The horses refuses to take three steps anymore. Does it mean they are ready for four...? Or is it up to your own king to bring the most beautiful lady cross the squares...? You like to pretend some squares are triangular. Others go round and round. Your imagination can fool every step into eternal denial - or it can get your greatest dream to finally live...











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