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Warm water runs over my coat. I have spent years adapting it to my needs;
a layer of sand and sticky mud
There are also open, clear spots here and there, especially on my back, as if there were snails everywhere, slowly accumulating and crawling, in an unprecedented way.
It is like a zebra crossing, dried out and stretched. It is slowly being invented and built up.
It must be said that it was I who fed the beast that preyed upon me. But it is also me who is now conquering freedom in the dark.
As I grow older, the protection of my cloak diminishes.
I bet my double armour is also getting heavier with unnecessary kilos.
For the past twenty-four months I have kept the weight at a distance through the hills. Now it will be washed away by the spray,
How far can I go to be creative?
Have I faded? Have I become a monster? Has the salt grown out of me?
No, none of that.
I am always looking for the sun!
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Ik ben , en gebruik soms ook wel de schuilnaam Julius V.E. Dreyfsandt zu Schlamm.
