Text & Music: Julian Braun | Photographs: Frederike Wetzels
jackdaws shouting they're not used to moving figures breathing out steam leaving small drops on my lips watching as time goes by figuring out what's inside
jackdaws shouting they're not used to moving figures breathing out steam leaving small drops on my lips watching as time goes by figuring out what's inside
jackdaws shouting they're not used to moving figures breathing out steam leaving small drops on my lips watching as time goes by figuring out what's insideit's a parallel sky
where pathes cross but never meet, oh
somewhere in between reality, now
it's a surreal delight
when up is down, left is right
and while we talk it turns up-side down round and round I can see kindness where used to be a frown moving really really fast backwards and up and falling, falling, falling
out of big black nothingness
onto the cold floor
reborn
from a parallel sky
a parallel sky
a parallel..
sitting here watching reflections on my textbook
from the treetops and the birds above
what a peaceful moment to collect
sometimes it seems like the world is staring back
isn’t that mad?