© Sophie le Roux & Charlotte Seebeck
Have you ever walked inside yourself?
It happened to me last week, when going to see a motion picture.
Just off Hermannsstrasse we ditched the post war pavement
and found my citrus spirits all over the wallpaper
and my engulfing icesea scrutiny matching the armchairs
and my crimson wool friend became one with the hazel loo cabinet.
When all lemonade was gone we were still sitting inside our spectacle
and we felt like noone belonged here more than us
and we felt plenty more references
and then we felt obvious about feeling in references,
watching someone`s lime light life.