I went to an opening at the Puccs gallery last week. There were skeletons, wiener schnitzels and beer. It all makes sense when the artists are from Austria, or wait, maybe just 2 things out of 3 do. I’m no sure about the connection to skeletons and it’s probably better that way.
It was the last day wearing a skirt without tights this year. So I did. It could’ve also been the last time this year ignoring a skeleton. From now on I promise not to ignore any skeletons (unless someone tells me a really freaky story about Austrians having a weird connection to them), at least until new year’s.
Screaming friends in the mirror. are harder to ignore, since they attack from two sides.
After all that drama I went to see a Norwegian guy who didn’t want to die in den Haag. It felt good knowing he probably doesn’t have to.
A couple of songs later he was diggin’ it and den Hague was not on his mind anymore. After all his name was Passage, Lasse Passage. Who stays in a passage. Not even den Haag.