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hand model - the man who sleeps lyrics

it is a life without surprises. you are safe. you sleep, you walk, you continue to live. like a laboratory rat abandoned in its maze by some absent+minded scientist, and which, morning and night, unerringly, unhesitatingly, follows the path to its food dispenser, turning left, turning right, pressing down twice on a pedal ringed in red in order to receive its portion of h0m+genized feed

there is no hierarchy, no preference. your indifference is completely mindless and absurd, a grey man for whom grey has no connotation of dullness, insensitive and morally neutral. you’re attracted by water, but also by stone, by darkness, also by light, by warmth, but also by cold. also by light, by warmth, but also by cold

all that exists is your walking, and your gaze, which lingers and slides, oblivious to beauty, to ugliness, to the familiar, and the just, only ever retaining combinations of shapes and lights, which form and dissolve continuously all around you in your eyes, on the ceilings, at your feet, in the sky, in your cracked mirror, in the water, in the stone, in the crowds
tents on the boulevards, men and women, children and dogs, dollars, crushes, burning vehicles and broken shop windows, buildings, acabs, columns and capital, pavements and gutters, sandstone statues, flags glistening grey in the drizzle, or almost red, or almost white, or almost black, or murder blue. silences, police lines, crowds at the intersections, empty shops, virus particles, garbage, deserted sunday streets in august, mornings, evenings, nights

now you are the nameless peasant of the world, the one on whom history has lost its hold, the one who no longer feels the rain falling, who does not see the approach of light. all you are is all you know: your life that continues, your breathing, your step, your aging. you see the people coming and going, crowds and objects taking shape and dissolving. your eye is suddenly caught by a curtain rail in the tiny window: you continue on your way: you are inaccessible

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