‟(…) At the beginning, you still think it’s up to you. But everything disappears. You, and someday me. Maybe a colorful bird will come by again and call your ‛hello’ to me. Maybe its offspring.
But then it finally becomes silent. The silence, of which I am a part, makes me shudder. It will remain. Sunmoonsunmoonsunmoon.”
Exerpt from a story by Sebastian Orlac that accompanied the exhibition Sunny Moon at Klemm’s Berlin 2011
