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Priyam Goswami Choudhury
Autumn 2017 * Notes on Sampling Mate Brands in Berlin Club-Mate Granatapfel a soul-stirring leap into the unknown – the tumult in your stomach still rising and the walls of your poster clad angel olsen fuelled apartment in the wasteland of the east of the city settling on a balmy night; everyone is outside and yet nobody has greeted you all evening Mio Mio Mate the innards of your heart are sweaty and torn by the end of every winter, and every winter a retreat into Shakespeare excavating oh-what-does-he-mean-by-that evenings drunk in a bar with strangers – strangers are all alike and their faces are always melting when caressed Mio Mio Mate + Ginger gather memories; inside skulls, noises and maroon brains – like I gather soft berries in my dreams inside crass jute bags from Assam because love piles on love – the weight of this world is resting on you, Atlas; the world is resting on you, at last; the world is resting, alas! I became Sisyphus: rolling it down the street and wearing myself out |
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