I am looking at you.
What do I really see?
All day my eyes are sucking up images indiscriminately like a vacuum cleaner.
Head is full.
Thoughts are rambling.
Unconsciously projecting random images
onto the world around me.
I see in countless layers. Double, triple, quadruple exposures of all possible realities
layered on top of each other.
Space.

Poem written in German by Helmut Rondenhausen