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Dictionary of Apocalypse

Goda Palekaitė & Sina Seifee

Friday, April 3, 2020

Fresco painting by Birutė Žilytė and Algirdas Steponavičius (1964) from a children’s café “The Dwarf” in Vilnius ㅡ one of the lost frescoes destroyed in a careless renovation of the building.

The sky is falling

Once, Cat left home for a hunt. He was snooping around in the cabbage field and then suddenly just ㅡ uuuzht ㅡ a cabbage leaf fell on his tail. Frightened he thought: “Now certainly the sky is falling!” And began to run. He runs, spurts as fast as he can, and meets Rabbit.

Rabbit Babbit, run ㅡ the sky is falling! Who told you? It fell on the tip of my tail!

Rabbit also gets frightened and joins Cat. They run run and meet Fox. Rabbit cries:

Fox Tox, run ㅡ the sky is falling! Who told you? Cat Pat. Cat Pat, who told you? It fell on the tip of my tail!

Fox also gets frightened and joins them. They run run and meet Wolf. Fox cries:

Wolf Rolf, run ㅡ the sky is falling! Who told you? Rabbit Babbit. Rabbit Babbit, who told you? Cat Pat. Cat Pat, who told you? It fell on the tip of my tail!

Wolf also gets frightened and joins them. They run run and meet Bear. Wolf cries:

Bear Hear, run ㅡ the sky is falling! Who told you? Fox Tox. Fox Tox, who told you? Rabbit Babbit. Rabbit Babbit, who told you? Cat Pat. Cat Pat, who told you? It fell on the tip of my tail! Tell me, how was it? ㅡ asks Bear. I was snooping around in the cabbage field and then suddenly just ㅡ uuuzht ㅡ something fell on the tip of my tail! Was it big? As big as the rooster’s wing. You silly ㅡ says Bear ㅡ it was probably just a cabbage leaf. You all, go home! Perhaps it is true ㅡ agreed Cat ㅡ Now we can all go home without fear.

And everyone went home.^*

^*Lithuanian folk tale.

Thursday, April 2, 2020

Towards griffinology

The lion-bodied, eagle-headed and winged chimera, or Griffin has appeared in numerous cultures and civilizations for thousands of years. First Griffins have been recorded flying around in ancient Egypt and Persia. But later they have been noticed in ancient Greek, Roman, and Christian lands as well. They remain until today one of the most popular creatures portrayed in heraldic culture throughout the world. Griffins were good at fighting horses, guarding secrets, hating one-eyed men, symbolizing power and, as some thought, protecting their noble masters from foreign threats. There are alternative theories claiming that Griffins never even had masters, but were themselves the masters of humankind. For instance, Aristeas tells us that in his time (7th century BC) Griffins lived in the north-east of Greece in a desolate desert setting, where nomadic barbarians hunted for gold, which the Griffins would fearfully guard.

Naturally, the question arises: where are Griffins today? Are they an extinct species? Vast contemporary evidence says yes. Latest paleontological findings show that the Late Cretaceous period hosted a middle-sized horned dinosaur, scientifically named Protoceratops. This creature had indeed the same physiological structure as the Griffin^*: a recognizable bone structure, membranous wings, extensive feathering, colorful body parts, a fiery gaze in their eyes, the fragility of their offspring, their nesting behavior and parental nature. Thus, when our ancestors were meeting Griffins, in fact they were encountering dinosaurs.

Dinosaur and griffin, illustrated by Ed Heck, in: Adrienne Mayor, “Greek Myths: Not Necessarily Mythical”, *New York Times*, 04/07/2000

^*Mayor, A., & Heaney, M. (1993). Griffins and Arimaspeans. Folklore, 104(1-2), 40-66.

Wednesday, April 1, 2020

Apocalyptic imagination

Apocalyptic imagination is indeed an old and important motif of thought. As far as we can go, there is the imagination of the end of the world. For example, the myth of Flood that is mentioned in the Epic of Gilgamesh from 2800 BC was itself already “ancient” to the Mesopotamians of that time. In a nonsecular horizon of thought one might call it eschatology, an interest with the “ends” (end of humanity, end of nature, etc.). It is a fascinating field where one can examine how the historical is both navigated and orchestrated. And how ideas of transcendence are exchanged with the notions of excess and escape. In other words: the study of the history of the desire to overcome history.

Apocalyptic imagination is the result of a systemic failure in the figuration of finitude, in other words: the idea that there is no world without me (or us) in it. And indeed it is an embodied response to the quality of entropy as it is experienced directly by the person from a materialist perspective — a cross section of material body and immaterial intellect. Situated within a matrix of ethics, knowledge, and hope, apocalyptic thinking is a philosophical disposition that sees itself as realism. It is a conviction that nothing unanticipated that could potentially change the course of destiny can happen, or even should happen. In this sense, it can be considered as anti-political.

Tuesday, March 31, 2020

Divine futurism

“I have seen palaces in heaven that were so splendid as to be beyond description. Their upper stories shone as though they were made of pure gold, and their lower ones as though they were made of precious gems. It was the same inside. The rooms were graced with such lovely adornments that neither words nor the arts and sciences are adequate to describe them. The architecture of heaven is like this, so that you might call it the very essence of the art — and small wonder, since the art itself does come to us from heaven.” Emanuel Swedenborg^* Heaven and Hell, 1758

^*Emanuel Swedenborg (1688-1772) was Sweden’s most underestimated futurist. He was a philosopher, a theologian, a mathematician, a geologist, a metallurgist, a mineralogist, a crystallographer, an anatomist, a botanist, a chemist, a physicist, a cosmologist, an astronomer, an engineer, an economist, an editor, a poet, a musician, a mystic and a medium. At the age of 56, he started having intense dreams and visions, which made him turn away from science towards mysticism. After this transformative period, he devoted the rest of his life to theologian writings, mostly regarding the afterlife, including descriptions of the architecture of heaven with engineer’s precision. He claimed to be as objective in his mystical practices as in the scientific ones. Due to his involvement in mysticism, Swedenborg’s groundbreaking inventions such as the ”flying machine” (1716) and the prototype of a modern submarine (1714), were ignored by the scientific community for nearly two centuries. However, his legacy as a theologian has been incredibly influential worldwide to this day.

Monday, March 30, 2020

The last tattoo

The Tattoo-Studio is open! A gift from tattoo artist Ric Kieckheferーa unique-style baroque-inspired body-art illustration of the end-of-the-world engine, which will be tattooed by the artist himself.

Sunday, March 29, 2020

A party that ended the world

In the year 1971, an incredible and fantastic political theme park emerged in Persepolis. The threats of imminent drought were turned into a garden of Eden, changing even the desert climate for the duration of one week. This was a party that the Shah of Iran gave on the 12th of October 1971. On that day, the Shah could not know that his feast would instigate the end of his reign. The Iranian revolution happened soon after, and led to a radical reform of the people’s lives and beliefs, the exile of the Shah and the eventual suicide of his two children.

The party itself was a statement from the Shah’s family, specialized in an old and expensive denotative game of inclusion and exclusion, call it royalty. It was a show for the world, staging the inner life of a grand history - Persian history. The party was so big that airports and highways had to be built in order to transport its special guests to the location, and the ecosystem had to be designed to assure the guests’ comfort and immersion into a full experience of something epic and monumental. The guests included the world’s royalty, kings and queens, the political elite, and the last monarchs and despots of the Cold War era: the leader of the USSR, the vice president of the USA, the emperor of Ethiopia, the king of Denmark, the queen of Belgium, the princess of Jordan, the emirs of Qatar and Bahrain, the kings and queens of Norway and Greece, the sultan of Oman, the Grand Duke of Luxembourg, the Duke of Edinburgh, the crown prince of Sweden, governors of Canada and Australia, and so on. The party was held with the hope that through its effects both the enunciator and the audience would be redefined. The Shah wanted to buy cultural credit within a cruel international market: the credit of “Iranianness”. The grandiosity of the gesture itself was the signification and its meaning at the same time.

During the preparations in 1971, life in Iran stopped for months: the borders got closed, the roads got blocked, communication was fully surveilled, and a black hole appeared that sucked in the freedom to move and all the wealth of the country. Skeptics might say the memory of that time only too well describes what is happening in Europe today. Is anyone throwing a party?

Decadence & Downfall, The Shah of Iran’s Ultimate Party

Saturday, March 28, 2020

The indigenous apocalypse

When did the time stop for the other worlds, those without the burdens of cybernetic techno-capitalism based on the logic of the new economy and its nine-to-five jobs? We saw the colonel coming from there, dragging with him colonialism with progress and catastrophe along the lines of massacres, education, diseases, health care, rape, social justice, literacy, occupation, knowledge, and theft. This we know. But what happened afterwards, when he returned home, his hands full of spears, boomerangs, feathers, leathers, obelisks, and masks? Among other artifacts, he took a statuette, which was designed by the Gods themselves to bring rain to the people’s lands. Like a true adventurer, he took away the most precious trophy, the rain-maker, which assured the very life of the country. He stole it from the foot of earth that served as an altar. His chest is still stained with earth, his shirt had served as a hiding place. He had no regrets: “There are sublime objects which would be a thousand times more disgraceful to buy than to steal.” But did the rain return? No, the land remained dry until today. Meanwhile, the colonel’s homeland is dry as well. His altar, museums and shops are temporarily closed, his nine-to-five job disinfected, and a more giving hand circulates masks for the living.

Friday, March 27, 2020

The virulence pestilence 1353

“When the years had reached the tale of one thousand three hundred and forty-eight in the illustrious city of Florence, the fairest of all the cities of Italy, there made its appearance that deadly pestilence, which, whether disseminated by the influence of the celestial bodies, or sent upon us mortals by God in His just wrath by way of retribution for our iniquities, had had its origin some years before in the East, whence, after destroying an innumerable multitude of living beings, it had propagated itself without respite from place to place, and so, calamitously, had spread into the West. Despite all that human wisdom and forethought could devise to avert it the doleful effects of the pestilence began to be horribly apparent by symptoms that shewed as if miraculous.

Moreover, the virulence of the pest was the greater by reason that intercourse was apt to convey it from the sick to the whole, just as fire devours things dry or greasy when they are brought close to it. Any that touched the cloth of the sick or aught else that had been touched or used by them, seemed thereby to contract the disease. I say, then, that such was the energy of the contagion of the said pestilence, that it was not merely propagated from man to man but, what is much more startling, it was frequently observed, that things which had belonged to one sick or dead of the disease, if touched by some other living creature, not of the human species but of the cows, pigs, sheep, goats, dogs, cats, were not merely of sickening, but of an almost instantaneous death.

In this extremity of our city’s suffering and tribulation the venerable authority of laws, human and divine, was abased and all but totally dissolved, most of whom, like the rest of the citizens, were either dead or sick, or so hard bested for servants that they were unable to execute any office; whereby every man was free to do what was right in his own eyes”.

The Decameron by Giovanni Boccaccio^*

^*The Decameron, by the 14th-century Italian author Giovanni Boccaccio, was written during the plague that devastated Europe from 1347 to 1351. The book is comprised of tales told by a group of seven young women and three young men sheltering in a secluded villa outside Florence to escape the Black Death.

Thursday, March 26, 2020

The friend as the future

Goda,

Some months ago I had the most amazing dream. The world was crumbling, large pieces of land were being pulled down into the abyss, clouds fell down like cheese and exploded hitting the ground. A kind of epic scenography, one that could be expected from the Ibrahimian religions. You could feel the body of a terrestrial world in locomotion, without the surge of friends, or information, or lost saigas... But somehow in the dream no one had fear. People were calm and curious, feeling embedded, just being there. Comfort with the radical state of entropy? Or a sense of radical acceptance of global restructuring? It struck me as I was recently reading about the burning of books in 213BC, and thinking “what does it mean to read the fire of books”? How to read the affects of a perishing moment that are experienced across the imaginary fields? How to sleepwalk at the edge of the world imagined centuries ago by other people?

Yours,
Sina

Critically endangered saiga antelope, which originally inhabited a vast area of the Eurasian steppe

PS: In Quran, the apocalyptic moment is defined by the ending of friendship: [44:41] “The day on which a friend shall not avail (his) friend aught, nor shall they be helped”. [29:22] & [42:31] “Ye cannot escape in the earth, for beside Allah ye have no protecting friend nor any helper.”

Wednesday, March 25, 2020

The extinct dreamhunters’ fish

Recently, this ancient taimen — a fish from the salmon family — was discovered in a special container buried in the saltiest part of the Caspian Sea. Between the 7th and the 10th century, the nomadic Khazars ruled the territory between the Caspian and the Black Seas, the vast steppes stretching from Central Asia to the Caucasus, Crimea, southern Ukraine, and the upper Volga. The people there possibly lived by the laws of ethnic and religious diversity and the wisdom encoded in dreams, with dreamhunting – an advanced religious practice - being cultivated by a sect guided by the most talented and respected dreamhunter and poet Princess Ateh. Yet, the entire kingdom with its towns and settlements disappeared just as the taimen did. Its human and non-human inhabitants were dispersed under the most enigmatic circumstances. The fish portrayed here remained almost undamaged because of a special fermentation technique, which the Khazars called ‘1000 years of fish’. It assured them that their food would be preserved in case of a global disaster and the extinction of the species. In fact, the taimen has been extinct since 1946. Even this fermentation technique has become extinct. However, we know that the container in which this fish was found was kept for the wedding dinner of Princess Ateh. Unfortunately, the princess got lost in history before she got married.

Tuesday, March 24, 2020

A screw from the USSR

I discovered this object while reading page 103 of Milorad Pavić’s Dictionary of the Khazars, where he tells the story about archeologist Dr. Isailo Suk, who woke up one morning with an ancient key in his mouth. At that moment I was chewing on the bread baked by my grandfather, and felt a slight pain in my mouth. I inserted two fingers and pulled out this screw, which turned out to have been made and used for military machinery in the USSR, the country which I was born in and which does not exist anymore. My grandfather, who is now too old to enjoy most of the pleasures in life, still bakes bread with a recipe learned in his youth while working in a bread factory – the only workplace in the postwar Soviet Union where one could be sure to avoid starvation.

Monday, March 23, 2020

Nomadic war machine

We are at the end of 14th century in Transoxiana or ما وراء النهر, beyond the riverine lands of Amu Darya and Syr Darya, watching the expedition of the last nomadic empire. They say hello by warning: “We build towers of our enemy heads!” And like any nomadic agents, get fully absorbed into the body of the cultures that they subject even faster than they overtake them. It is Timur, that Eurasian dream-hunter, the soldier of fortune, rider of the forces of nature, cultural pollinator, expeditor of transcontinental trade, and facilitator of plague. The Black Death was not possible without the flow of humans and animals that increased rapidly by the establishment of the Timurid Empire. A nomad himself, Timur constructed a “war machine” against other nomads, and obliged to “erect a State apparatus [as the] form of appropriation of that machine”^*. Yet, it was a mini Renaissance for itself, when crafty metalwork was developed, enigmatic geometric architecture built, and Chinese rice adapted in Western Asia, among other things. World-conquering and worlding became indistinguishable.^**

And that made me to join with Tamburlaine; For he is gross and like the massy earth That moves not upwards, nor by princely deeds.^***

^*Félix Guattari and Gilles Deleuze, A Thousand Plateaus, 1980.
^**Worlding here as “a will to extend and encompass vast geographical land and its embedded knowledge, customs, people”, in: Mi You, A Thrust that Turned into Many, 2015.
^***Christopher Marlowe, Tamburlaine the Great, 1587/88.

Sunday, March 22, 2020

Serpents in a dream

Sina,

Last night I had a dream where on my window I had a plant with snakes in place of branches, lively and slick they squirmed making a squeaky sound, like old rusty bed springs which don't let you rotate in your sleep. I came closer and understood that the snakes were hungry. I then fed them with white worms placing them on the top of my finger one by one. I was slightly frightened, yet I knew I was doing the right thing.

Goda

De saura serpente (Of the serpent called the saura) ^*

Serpents are proof against fire, they can poison all apples in a tree, poison water in a well, killing anyone who drinks from it. They can survive in flames and put a fire out.

^*Image from The Aberdeen Bestiary (12th century)

Saturday, March 21, 2020

Have you had archetypical dreams recently?

Artaud’s plague

Antonin Artaud, that vampiric schizoid deviant in existential exile, was interested in plague-ridden dreams. He was not just in exile but in “an extravagant departure from the history of being.” ^* He wanted to deliberately stay in the state of horrible energy, of necessary cruelty and delirium. For him, the audience is a witness of an apocalyptic spectacle, the stage is a ravage, and the text is to be violated by the plagued organs. The possibility of a theatre or art as a place where both the spectator and the actor are entrapped, rather than protected from each other, is an Artaudian tradition. He rejected any psychological formation and aesthetic distancing, and constructed a hermetic, complete, and inhuman actor/artwork. A “monster,” which is infected and infects the viewer.

Artaud: final plague, school shots ^**

^*Jason Bahbak Mohaghegh, Insurgent, Poet, Mystic, Sectarian: The Four Masks of an Eastern Postmodernism, 2015
^**Produced by Videopolis; performed by: J. Pat Miller, Anda Korsts; 1979; source: mediaburn.org

Friday, March 20, 2020

How do our ancestors write about the viral?

Mesopotamian unworldly powers

The Mesopotamians faced the numinous in the things themselves. The numinous is a unique experience of confrontation with power not of this world^*. In Mesopotamia, chaos-monsters were immanent, not located before or after the time of the peaceful or systematic world. The Mesopotamians knew that they are not determined but engendered by chaos-monsters or deities. Therefore, they had no idea of transcendence in terms of salvation nor doom. Yet, they had a very positive human response to that unworldly power. It was a reaction to the experience of that supernatural power by means of analogy, namely the invention of metaphor. In this hymn you can feel the movement from dread to fascination with the destructive evil spirit:

they are gloomy, their shadow dark, no light is in their bodies, ever they slink along covertly, walk not upright, from their claws drips bitter gall, their footprints are (full of) evil venom.^**

Mesopotamians, living in chronically unstable bodies^*** born in the ebb and flow of two rivers Tigris and Euphrates, were the first speeders. They invented the wheel and the technology of cursive writing. That is the idea that hand and instrument scribble in the style of joined characters, in order to increase the speed of writing.

^*Thorkild Jacobsen, The Treasures of Darkness: A History of Mesopotamian Religion, 1976
^**Sumerian hymn about illness from 2600 BCE, in: Jacobsen, The Treasures of Darkness, 1976
^***Benjamin Alberti, Archaeology After Interpretation: Returning Materials to Archaeological Theory, 2013

Thursday, March 19, 2020

Genesis

But what about the beginning of the world? Was it also an apocalypse?

Not so long time ago, most Europeans were convinced that the earth was created in six divinely ordered 24-hour time slots. It happened in the spectacular graphics of disaster, the trauma mothered the world, around 4000 BC, a year derived at by tracing biblical genealogies.

Genesis, in tension with its counterpart, Apocalypse, animated a messianically timed event and a figure of thought illustrating the forces of an immemorial nature. Chaos outside the system had been registered as a means for temporal orientation, once as Genesis and once as Apocalypse.

In the beginning, God created the sun, moon, stars, and oceans, then proceeded with the creatures of the air, sea, and land, ultimately followed by the appearance of the most magnificent and most complex creature: man. The first people, Adam, Eve and the animals, harmoniously shared a garden together, until the couple sinned and discovered promiscuousness and brutality, and started to eat meat. The Old Testament's timing of immanence is altogether transcendent, which means that God’s manifestation in material things is purely accidental.

Neon Genesis Evangelion - Story of the war machine in a cyber-flux with dominated nature, battling to occupy the smooth space.

But the Mesopotamians had a completely different type of encounter with the cosmic system...

Wednesday, March 18, 2020

The archangel Israfil is blowing its horn to announce the end of the world. In the Islamic eschatological tradition, it is believed that the sound of Israfil's horn will be the final event of history.

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Vrijdag 3 april 2020

↓ Jet Driesen

↓ Evelien Naegels

vandaag ervaar ik niets louter onverschilligheid het is niet de laatste dag we zitten er nog middenin

↓ Louise Jans

↓ Liselot Smolders

↓ Céline Mannens

↓ Gert Duquene

↓ Romi Paspont

↓ Veerle Klein

Donderdag 2 april 2020

↓ Katinka Bassleer: Midnight Thoughts

Hoe is mijn mentaal welzijn nu? Nou, we zitten in lockdown wegens Corona. Voor de eerste keer ooit weeg ik mijn voedsel niet en eet ik allesbehalve veganistisch. Ik eet relatief gezond (zwijg, je eet fucking gezond – het is niet omdat je nu 1 el mayonaise eet of voor een keer pizza of gewoon olijfolie gebruikt dat je ongezond eet). Maar die koffie met suiker dan? (omg, je hebt al zoveel honing en suiker gegeten). Vanaf nu gewoon zwarte koffie.

Wat ik wou zeggen is dat ik mij heel bevrijd voel. Bij momenten denk ik wel: Laat me niet alleen op mijn kamer, want dan begin ik te wenen of te prutsen aan mijn pols. Ik voel Max om de hoek. Hij staat klaar. Klaar om mij weer langs achteren te tackelen, op de grond te smakken. Ik neem het dag per dag en voel mijn honger aan. Ik verhonger mezelf niet (jawel, dat doe je nog steeds: als je met honger gaat slapen, ben je nog altijd blij).

Ik zie deze 3 weken in quarantaine als mijn opname. Ik was toch van plan mij te laten opnemen, maar dan ambulant. Je moest mijn pols eens zien. Littekens voor het leven zullen ze zijn. Herinneringen aan een periode waarin ik permanente paniekaanvallen had en me volledig verloren voelde. Mijn ouders weten echt niets over mijn situatie. Mocht ik het mijn moeder vertellen, ze zou flippen; ze weet nu al niet hoe me te helpen.

Ik ben bang terug op kot te moeten gaan. Ik weet dat ik geen angst mag hebben, dat ik mij moet beheersen. Maar ik voel tegelijk dat ik zo terug in mijn situatie kan verglijden. I can feel it. Het zijn al die kleine gedachten die dat kunnen triggeren. Omg, haal dit uit mijn brein, uit mijn lijf. Lopen doet me vaak deugd, het zet alles op een rijtje. Gelukkig heb ik nu een statuut voor mijn situatie, al ben ik er niet trots op zo’n zielig geval te zijn. Maar ik kom wel op voor mijn problemen en zorg ervoor dat er ergens verbetering komt.

Het feit dat ik de lockdown bij een vriendin doormaak helpt enorm. Ik zit hier op een prachtige locatie en heb veel afleiding. Dat is wat ik nodig heb: afleiding. Mijn donkere gedachten negeren. Maar ik mag ze niet negeren, want dan vallen ze mij weer langs achteren aan zonder dat ik het doorheb. Nee, nee, ik moet naar ze luisteren en er dan niet op ingaan. Mijn gedachten laten binnenstromen en dan gewoon goed handelen. Maar nu, dat weet je zelf, verdring je ze. Niet? Of is dat juist goed. Ik weet het niet.

Het feit dat ik nu 2 eieren, veel kikkererwten, 2 dikke grote sneden brood met wat boter en mayonaise erop kan eten. Zonder problemen of veel bijgedachten. Dat is toch goed? Wat zei je toen tegen jezelf? Ik zei dat het lekker is en niet erg is om te eten. Ik zei het niet zo uitdrukkelijk in mijn hoofd, maar zei wel tegen mezelf dat ik dit eten nodig heb. Dat het me voedt en dat ik net heel veel heb gelopen. Dat ik niet bijkom zolang ik maar in balans blijf en zo veel blijf sporten. Hoe moeten gewone mensen zich wel niet voelen?

Kan ik dit aanhouden op het moment dat ik terug alleen ben?

↓ Leroy Goorts

↓ Maud van Erkelens

Hij zat op houten platen die op een of andere manier een bank moesten voorstellen. Het was misschien volgens de wet niet essentieel, maar hij snakte naar wat frisse lucht. Hij werd vrolijk van alles om zich heen: de vogeltjes die floten, de zon die scheen. Alles was in bloei, behalve de levens van de mensen die opgesloten zaten in hun eigen huis. Na heel wat discussie mocht hij eindelijk een kwartiertje door het park wandelen dat vlak bij het bejaardentehuis lag. Hij had er behoorlijk voor moeten zeuren, maar het was het waard. Nadat hij vijf minuten rustig had gezeten, ervoer hij plots een jeukend gevoel. Was het wat hij dacht dat het was… ja hoor. Hij voelde het kriebelen en kriebelen en opeens… Snel liet hij met opzet een harde scheet om zijn hoest te verbergen. Niet dat er iemand in de buurt was om die te horen – iedereen was immers te bang om ook maar één stap buiten te zetten –, maar zo verzekerde hij toch dat hij niet helemaal anders behandeld zou gaan worden. Na een kwartier stond hij op en liep keurig terug naar het bejaardentehuis, om daar vervolgens zijn kamer weer in te gaan, op zijn stoel te gaan zitten en weer urenlang te kijken naar het plekje waar hij net nog gezeten had.

↓ Veerle Klein

Woendag 1 april 2020

↓ Cleo Reniers

Ik mag niet meer naar mijn andere thuis Ik mag hen ook niet meer aanraken Ik ben hun angst voor het mogelijke geworden Ik ben helaas nu ook de eenzaamheid

↓ Gert Duquene

↓ Frauke Coune

Sta op Drink water Kleed me aan Ga naar de winkel Eet wat Poets mijn tanden Lees wat Volg mijn les Hoor de hond blaffen Eet Kijk wat tv Val bijna in slaap Speel met de hond Werk wat voor school Maak eten Dag duurt lang

↓ Paulien Bloemen