Marika Seidler & Seimi Nørregård
Sleep in trees. QTVR, oplæsning. 840k, 3,19min. Lige efter modelflyentusiasternes græsplæne.

Sleep In Trees



All is passing by.
At high speed I rush through the green and black, I am on mission impossible. No one has done it before and I am going to be the first, the first to come through to other colours. I wear a fur costume, a furious face, a frightening foot, running like running fire through the forest. I turn my head and see the trees and I look down and see the ground with dry leaves and sticks. The sound is clear and crisp and all is passing by.
I am hanging in the air, still, suspended and all is passing by, wind, wood, wool, moving under me, beside me, away from me.
So I am not moving?
So I am motionless and way behind?
So I am stagnant, standing still?
And everything else is moving and all is passing by.
So something must be holding on to my legs.
And everything else is moving and all is passing by.
It’s heavy and I twist and turn to see it.
And everything else is moving and all is passing by.
 It’s a red hairy thing, with sharp blue shark’s teeth and orange skin.
And everything else is moving and all is passing by.
It is a witch and she sits on her behind and with a gloomy face she holds me back, with all her weight.
And everything else is moving and all is passing by.
That is my problem I have a witch hanging onto my leg. She isn’t very big, but very noisy and hot-headed and she bites me until I stop and sit myself down in the black and green mud of things fast moving and all is passing by. 
And everything else is moving and all is passing by.