I spy with my little eye something black. –
No, you’re kidding me. Everything in here is black. – Of course,
we’re sitting in the dark. – So don’t do that to me. –
And why not? We have to do something. – Agreed, but...
By the way, it was you who said, “let’s go in, that looks interesting”. –
And so it was, wouldn’t you say? – Yeah, OK, right.
Let’s just say, “it sounded interesting”. There was this typical
wall of party noise, other voices, glasses echoing, speakers, a bass. –
The key stimuli. Things that make your heart beat faster. –
We used to call it His Master’s Voice. –
Because there is no way around it? –
No, but we should have left as there was no door to see. –
Only this cryptic sentence on the wall:
The old way out is now the new way in. – It was you who said,
“let’s go around the corner, this is not an exit”. –
And I was right, no? – Given. But it was so spooky,
if only we had left right at that point. –
Go home? – Just think about it. Let imagination do the trick.
We did not need to know. – Know what? – Whatever.
What was going on. – And do you know? – No. – See? –
I don’t see anything. All I see is... – You’re such a worrywart.
Don’t paint it black.
How we found our way in was pure fun. A challenge.
To take just any door around the corner to the left. – That was
crazy! – And the first one was the right one.
Come on, that’s cool. – I did not want to enter. –
That’s so lame of you to say. – But that’s what I felt. –
Can you feel it? – What? – I mean the song: “Can you feel it?”–
That one, yes. They played it before we got in. –
That could have been their message to us right away.
Reach out and touch, as it is dark. – I could not see a thing.
I thought I had blacked out the moment that I entered.
LIFE'S
NOT
A SONG
BY ECKHART NICKEL
