Everyday Is Like Sunday

Thoughts sometimes just numbers reach us from offscreen almost like music like a mantra or a prayer What we see are circular fragments from familiar spaces a mirror a magnifying glass A day like any other day without medication or perhaps better with A film like the investigation of an uncertainty principle do we really see better with a magnifying glass A face scratched out of the family album the gap is draped with flowers and cutout pictures of clothes and finally filled again by a drawing