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šir-k-le, se · zaundt · fibi memmorijess. · deff
13-XX-XX
A Memory of Resonance
One of those countless last years summer nights Fibi was playing on Warschauer Bridge right in front of the subway exit. Must have been a beautiful summer evening, because everyone was there. Quite a big bunch of musicians and their friends, as same as a good crowd, listening, staying, passing.
Alice was about to start her set and she asked Stephen Danger Prescott and his fellows to watch that one ›crazy women‹ who was coming pretty close to her over and over again. Alice said, that this women would kind of scare her.
Alice played, that women was flirting around Phoebe over and over again, the boys would try to keep her from getting too close, but after a while she would start a next attempt from the other side.
I observed that circus scene for quite a while and some attempts, and at one point i got up, headed towards her and asked her, what she wanted. She answered something i can't remember. Maybe she mumbled or didn't say anything and moved away. Possible as well. Don't remember. I continued. »As you can see, Alice does not want to to get too close to her. What do you want from her? There must be something you want, otherwise you wouldn't return over and over again.«
I want her to stop bothering Alice so i continue to nail it down until i know, what this action is about. She realizes that and starts to insult my by telling me, that i would wear ugly glasses.
»Don't distract from the topic.« is all i can say to that. She starts to move back to avoid the continuation of that arguement.
Okay, so that plan of reason did not work out. She tried to bypass me to get back to Alice. I react as if we would be playing basketball – just without a ball.
This is stupid! There must be another solution. Then the insight pops up. Of course you can not fight an insane acting person with sanity. How could i even try that? So i jump over sanities boundaries
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She said, that she was just resonating to what Alice was sending out, and kinda shauting tu mi, if would know after ål, what resonance wås.
So i start to dig insde my brain inside of that big and dusty closet ›school knowledge that actually might be useful‹. But even before i could open the ›laws of physics‹ box, she answers: »See: you don't even know, what i am talking about.« trying to hurt me by pointing out, how stupid i would be.
Of course that hurt at first, but than i realized that i do know what resonance is, and the she just would not give me the time needed … No wonder, that they all have to take drugs if their brains are always running at those upper speeds …
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