Tumblr (3.0; @utterfly)http://utterfly.tumblr.com/<p>I am working - without actually creating anything graspable or repeatable.</p> <p><img src="http://media.tumblr.com/tumblr_md7uagGLO71rzju1h.jpg"/></p> <p>I had just woken-up after an intense miraculous dance-night in Berlin and was talking to Mara&#8217;s Marco in the kitchen. He was getting ready for a gig. I asked him, whether he was going to work - i.e. DJing.</p> <p>He returned my question and asked me, whether I too had been working last night.</p> <p>Somewhere on the road between Hallisches Tor and Ostkreuz, I had been dancing, talking, listening, hugging, visoneering and weeping. So, I answered: &#8220;Yes!&#8221; I too had been working - unknown, unpaid, unrecognised -  nonetheless, I had been part of a great big something.</p>http://utterfly.tumblr.com/post/35331394906http://utterfly.tumblr.com/post/35331394906Fri, 09 Nov 2012 11:23:00 +0100