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Water
Another Pabuca topic – and it’s the last one (for some time?) because the project ended, unfortunately…
Most people probably could do without the water on this muddy parking lot:
A lot of water has flown past this old mill – but there will be quite some changes in the next couple of years since they’re building a park here:
A few meters away, the old municipal waterworks also had to go – but there’s a light on the horizon already, so to speak…
Darkness
Darkness falls across the land
The midnight hour is close at hand
Creatures crawl in search of blood
To terrorize y’awl’s neighborhood
And whosoever shall be found
Without the soul for getting down
Must stand and face the hounds of hell
And rot inside a corpse’s shell
The foulest stench is in the air
The funk of forty thousand years
And grisly ghouls from every tomb
Are closing in to seal your doom
And though you fight to stay alive
Your body starts to shiver
For no mere mortal can resist
The evil of the thriller
(from Michael Jackson “Thriller”)
Communication
Communication as a lifestyle…
The ground on which multiple kinds of communication take place:
Communication of the contents:
Entrance/Exit
“Door is open” is here sort of a question of semantics:
“Warning! Gluttonous dog!”
