I arrive to the train station, deep in thought what Brötchen to get. I wish I could get all my nutrition in liquids sometimes, the whole ordeal of food stresses me out mostly.
The entry to the station is clogged by police lorries carrying metal barricades. The beginning of spring is marked by an antifascist demonstration. Police as a precursor. In their neon yellow vests and in perfect unison two figures unfold the fencing. Choreography commissioned by the material.
Two stations later my first butterfly of the season appears. Neon yellow, unfolding about. People and me catch the importance of the moment.
The conclusion could be something like the certainty of these unisons, police foreboding the violence they intend to bring, spring its vibrance and new life.
But that's all a bit shallow and pathetisch? Might make for a good painting tho.
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