…Thoughts, people, faces, pictures, lights, colours, sounds, flavours, tastes, joys, sorrows, smiles and tears…you turn on the tap. The rose scatters the ever accelerating droplets. With lighting speed they crash into the white tiles… people, faces, pictures, lights, colours, sounds, flavours, tastes, joys, sorrows, smiles… your hand grabs the shower gel. Green crème flows over it. You look at it. It slides on your arm. A rapid mass of water falls on you…faces, pictures, lights, colours, sounds, flavours, tastes, joys, sorrows… they intermingle and engage in battle. Water with crème, droplet with foam! Thousands of droplets touch your skin while you stare at the unfolding battle… pictures, lights, colours, sounds, flavours, tastes, joys…A drop touches your finger. You look up and observe it…A drop in a mass of millions. Slowly it glides on your wet skin closer and closer to the edge of your finger. It disappeared. A drop of water… lights, colours, sounds, flavours, tastes… Soundlessly your fingers touch the heavy waterfall. A drop. Two, three. They all leave your hands and fall in the distance… colours, sounds, flavours… you feel as hundreds of drops run through your forehead, glide on your face and continue their game…A drop still hangs on your chin. It clings on and silently glides. It doesn’t want to let go, but it cannot continue anymore. A moment of weakness and lets your skin go. Without a sound it floats in the raging torrent. An echo…sounds…Your hand hears it; catches it. Smooth, but you can’t feel it. Transparent. No flavour, no taste, no thoughts. It’s empty and you only heard its voice once. Empty and it has everything in it. A moment of nothing in the middle of everything.
5th of June 2008, Utrecht