|anne frank beach dream
||[May. 8th, 2007|03:43 am]
8 or so bees in my bonnet
|||||two culture clash - rudie no!||]|
checking out things washed up on the beach
lots of laptops and microwaves
but i knew the saltwater would have done for them...
somehow ended up at anne frank's amsterdam hideout.
wanted to check it out.
the entrance was very small
but i squeezed through.
to close the hatch you had to pull a piece of cloth
there was a small window by the door.
i looked through it and blurred my eyes
trying to imagine what it must have been like during the war.
it was getting dark so i tried to turn the lights on
they didn't work and i began to get clausrophobic and spooked.
so i left.
phil was waiting for me on the stairs.
'let's hit the beach'
we went the corridor
and picked a random door.
i saw the beach but i had to knock down a painting that was hanging in the doorway.
the artists were unhappy.
i remember thinking that to exorcise demons was important for their happiness
so i shouldn't judge
we checked out their work on the beachfront.
it was a cross between pure squares and biology.
as you walked by a painting it changed from pastel squares to evil faces
a bit like dorian gray.
cut to a large hotel with an foxy hippy amalgam girl
the decor was terrible 70's kitcsh
there was no furniture. it was empty.
'this is a big place you have here' i said to foxy hippy amalgam girl
she linked arms with me as we walked into the empty lobby...