Selfportrait of the 20-th Century as a Brain

Act 1: Dr. Fraude

So, there I was.
In an exploding dream.
Just me, and all the future still pure of expectation
that wasn't even yet expected.
This nothingness continued for years.
No notes were made, and none of the impressions lasted.

So, there I was: Ta-dah!
In an exploding dream: Tah!
O, the sweet boy I was.
The pureness of his breath.
The innocent smell of his skin.
The first scars healing fast: Ta-dah!
There I was.
There I was.

As I speak to you from the ruins of my memory,
shattered into decay by a sensless war:
can you imagine the ruin from the construction,
just as you can imagine the construction from the ruin?
Ah, this brain of mine!
This follie of desires and memories!
In the very beginning,
she said,
in the very beginning she said:
"In the end you will remember this."
And I keep seeing faces in clouds!
Who are these people?
Who are these people!?
Made of liquids, just like me.
Moving without an object, just like me:

................

who are these people?
I can tell you this, and I will
I can tell you this and I will:
In existance, for reasons unknown to mankind, a polar duality is crucial!
Think of energy.
Think of a man and a woman.
And yes: think of your brain.
Think.
Of.
Your.
Brain.

So, there is a polarity.
Crucial for existance.
Crucial for the not being nothing.
So.
Would it not make sense to assume that our universe is not a single one, nor accompanied by billions of other universes, but just by one.
But just by one.
So...
I' must have thought about writing this down, she said:
In the end you will remember this, in the beginning.
So...
Two universes.
One: ours, female and subject to logic and the laws of physics.
The other:
Male,
and subject to the purest of emotions and exhaltations,
in total chaos and disorder!

Our task, as I see it now, must be none other
than to build a bridge between the two universes.
Hm!
It is obvious that a third halve of the brain is needed to conceive this.
So.
With this third halve of the brain,
across both sides of this bridge,
a fusion will spread through both universes!
Combining logic with emotion,
And strict law with utter chaos.
From this a truth purer than anything ever seen, will emerge.

Robot: Death has always been on his mind. Always on his mind. On his fucking mind. Fucking death, on his mind.
Airports.
"Death."
Cities.
"Death"
Education.
"Death."
Freud.
"Fraude!"

Yes doctor, you: Dr. Sigmund Fraude!
You think its just you and me, don't ya?
Well let me tell you doctor: It is just you and hundreds of me!
We're all living like bees in a beehive, inside my cosey brain: my Me-Hive.
Buzzing, buzzing, buzzing around you Doctor!
So there I was, thrown into existence, like silence is thrown into sound with a single wave of the baton.
Tick-tack-tick-tack.
And things were gaining weight. Getting a shape.
Slowly, the house we built was getting crowded.
So I built another one, and another one.
Things, gardens, songs, girls: the whole fucking party getting all exited and dressing up and getting ready for the next happy massacre.
Breath in, breath out, say your prairs, say goodbye.

Time to get going now.
Not much use in doing nothing.
Not much use in staying in our house,
sitting there in silent awe,
with nothing else to do but to wait for Dr. Fraude to come knock-knock-knocking on our door.

Take that penis shaped sigar out of your cunt-like bearded mouth Doctor and do what you have to do. Take your notes.
The dew on the fields, the crispness of the morning air, the clean bricks of factories spitting out their first glorious fumes of pollution: nothing invited us more to destruction than this virginity.
Not much sense in raping the old whore, eh doctor? Better rape the young girl.

So, the Gods were playing hide-and-seek with us again.
They could be anything and anywhere they said.
But this time we were going to outgame them.
You think you can curse us with a plague?
We'll give you ten-times your plague. Man made.
Ten times your beauty, ten times your death and destruction.
Once set into motion there was no stopping us.
Yes, we too now have the ability to make ourselves be heard across oceans and seen in the dark.

So come out and show yourselves, or we will have to show ourselves to You! Alas, no reply came, so, out we went.

Gloriously looking in fashion being massproduced for people being mass produced for fashion.
Armed with the latest scientific wonders and inspired by a new and radical philosophy that there's only truth to be found in action.
Staying home: that's not like us.
We're the outgoing people. Not so much of destination, other than to get away from this place.
Knowing that, going nowhere we were destined to end up somewhere.
Not yet well enough equipped to escape time.
Not yet well enough equipped to escape space.
Not yet well enough equipped to escape me-ning.
And so, as we wandered into unchartered land,
with no other landmarks than those built by ourselves,
there still was no East or West.
And so, for the next couple of years no one was certain if this glorious and doom-flavoured feeling was either a sunset or a sunrise.

But we had people working on this.
We had people working on this, and pretty soon, they would supply us with the information to set out a course.