At the Oracle

8. Oct. 17-18:00

Two walnuts and four acorns collected from the Botanic Garden in Halle was my set of questions to the oracle. What’s really in them remains unknown as we didn’t break them open. Instead, our musings wandered from colors (including the „Color from out of Space“ by HP Lovecraft) and smells to the way water spirals into the drain, GPS programming, parallel magnetic fields influencing the brain to the Australian bush and moved basically around the experience of getting lost or walking in the „wrong“ direction.
The oracle told me though that all directions are good. I went down the steps, crossed over to the record shop around the corner and wasn’t seen for the remaining hour.

Magnetic field patterns hovering over Marold Langer-Phillippsens radio desk.