Andreas Blachere

Your money is under the guillotine

I don’t claim to be very knowledgeable of Werner Herzog or his body of work but after reading this letter he is presumed to have written to his cleaning lady, I am intrigued. It is chillingly poetic.

 

“Now we must turn to the horrors of nature. I am afraid this is inevitable. Nature is not something to be coddled and accepted and held to your bosom like a wounded snake. Tell me, what was there before you were born? What do you remember? That is nature. Nature is a void. An emptiness. A vacuum. And speaking of vacuum, I am not sure you’re using the retractable nozzle correctly or applying the ‘full weft’ setting when attending to the lush carpets of the den. I found some dander there.”

 

 

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