Obelisk 2022

Obe Alkema

My future, my mourning.
My expectations of the labor market were always naive.
My us-know-us network helped me further. Did I then become a we?
Too young for responsibilities, never too old to be assaulted by temporary employment.
This shutter speed is negligible. My wonder wall!

I vary myself. Nothing but that, nothing more than the variation of what you already know.
I can't express anything other than myself, my aches and the indiscreet winks.
Validity is unknown to him, because he was never valid. Does Xanax help against this?
No more universalism, but the autobiography of a few.

(From: 'Expressionism', p.21/22).