Looking for fragments that make sense in an incomprehensible world.
Wednesday, 18 May 2016
At the opening
we were all wondering who were the poor souls (or sausages would seem appropriate in this case) who got wrapped up and left in the gallery for the next 3 weeks.
At the first concert of the night (this is only 1 of the 3 musicians playing at this concert and only the first of the three bands I was to see that evening) we just relaxed in a secret garden in the middle of Metelkova and forgot all about the poor sausages from the exhibition.