„La Revolution is like a great love affair. In the beginning, she is a goddess. A holy cause. But… every love affair has a terrible enemy: time. We see her as she is. La Revolution is not a goddess but a whore. She was never pure, never saintly, never perfect. And we run away, find another love, another cause. Quick, sordid affairs. Lust, but no love. Passion, but no compassion. Without love, without a cause, we are… *nothing*! We stay because we believe. We leave because we are disillusioned. We come back because we are lost. We die because we are committed.“ ~ Captain Jesus Raza (1966)
Every time I try to see through space and time. To add dimensions, to add perspectives or to totally strip them down. Life is simple. Through the looking glass. Empty womb, cupboards and ashtrays. Empty chairs placed on the long nights. Wine glasses and glass bead games. For god, for the country, for the queen and for the nights. Sometimes the only prudent thing is to wait for the sun to come up.
And then every year it looks like – nothing can surprise you anymore – croupier is tired. I switch of my thoughts and the lights. Until the sun comes up. Somehow now I know that we never get over great losses; We absorb them, and they carve us into different, often kinder, creatures..