LIBERATION  IS  ART   or
ART  IS  LIBERATION

The Liberation Of Corinna, Marc, Jona & the
Sudden Infant Death

Maybe it was me, who killed Jona.

The first time we meet,

in Corinnas & Marcs kitchen at Bärenfang

i said

»Welcome to the World«

to him.

I wanted it to be a happy message.

– but my voice included all my pain

ål the struggle

the trauma

on its sub-levels.

So he con·track·ted

— re:ack·ted –

just like we do

when we feel disgust.

— ups –

Some weeks later

— Corinna allowed me to hold him –

— so i did.

— happily –

— proud –

— trusted –

i looked into his eyes

— which were still blurry –

— unclear –

— un-focused.

I wanted to show him the trees

— he didn't see them –

— yet.

He died / decided to go

— the very same night –