TEXT (English translation by Alessandro De Francesco and Noura Wedell)
in the perception of objects my mother’s perfume in the cone-shaped bottle the white light when they hadn’t given you the lampshade yet unexpected spillage of the idea of death that morning before the mirror fever and dinosaurs on the living-room carpet emptiness soothed on my father’s chest vanishing point in the dark in permanent dispatch
today as i am in the perception of objects and in all the rest dishwasher sound on the highlighter and i was bent studying objects hand on hips near your too hard breast humidity everywhere humidity in the room in the pants retinal impressions tinnitus angst as they are and all the rest undefinable in the perception of objects