«Now the dreams start coming. The dreams of Miles Davis’ impressive outfit collection in a little bootsale-like museum in a street-level appartment somewhere in the UK. The same dream, still, with Carl Craig entering the scene, and all of a sudden everybody has weapons, massive weapons, and literally everybody is shooting at each other. Musicians, DJs, hipsters and stylers all shooting at each other. In dreams, it hurts just a little when a bullet penetrates your body, but it hurts more than you would expect it to hurt from a dream.
The dreams start coming. The dreams of four people laying comfortably in the grass and firing senselessly at each other with automatic weaponry. When you think it is all over, you see a gleaming light source that looks more like what Vietnam movies have taught you to take for phosphor explosions, and the earth begins to shake, and you run, you run, you simply run. Just before you reach the deceitful safety of a concrete hut you are hit by a falling tree and you see yourself dead. The dreams start coming.»
Dieser Beitrag ist auf Englisch, docheiniges an der Zeitmauer gibt es auch in der hervorragenden Kultur- und Verwaltungssprache Deutsch zu lesen.