Dylan van Vliet

Am I the border?

I experience life as pretty useless.
But I’m here now anyway, so I want to experience. As much as possible.

So, I’m the border. Constantly balancing on that thin line. A rope dancer without talent. Addicted to the fall. Falling in the smell of liquor, cheap cigarettes and penetrating sperm. I’m alone. With you. A random person. The pilot on this dancing flight. Again I give myself over to the impulse that is dangerous for me. The consequences can be seen. So, if I’m the border. I don’t exist.


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