The Long Horse White

1. Private Party

We are all going to a certain party, but it is private. Our host guides us inside, into his house, which is the venue. Quiet city, deserted. Neat but empty streets. Woods not far off.

In the corner of the street is the house. When we go in, we pass one room already. There are people there, but this is not our party. The host guides us along to the back. The room has a green hue.

The house is certainly not built for this kind of stuff, has got corners and smaller rooms and so on. We continue. In the back is a garden, enclosed, a patio. Nice and quiet.

2. The Long White Horse

We go back and we go out. Via the back of the house, on a street, which is neat but empty. Bigger road. From the back of the house, retracing our steps seems like being in another village. The girl that is with us will go by horse. I don't know if I have to wait for her, go to her or just let her be. She is the only presence I feel strongly in the group. But she lags behind because of the horse. The horse is white. She saddles the horse, and the horse becomes longer, but really really long, like a Cadillac. The saddle, which is light brown, suiting the horse, falls to one side, and bends with the bends in the horse along the side of the street. In the meanwhile I am up ahead, not sure what to do.

I follow, apparently, I have to go out with the rest of them, there is a reason for it, but not per se for me and I don't have to do it, but they have to and I am somehow obliged. Or feel so. So reluctantly, I follow and observe. 

3. Visit the Neighbours

(Dream in between, maybe in between waking and sleeping)

I think of the old neighbours, a twin. Hafr and Brfr. When they were young, and when I had my chance to play with them. I could have played with them much more if I had made an effort, that is what I realize. I see the garden of my parents' home and the fir trees on the border of the two plots of land. I think, I could have gone through those trees at any time.

4. Clean up After

When I am finally alone or see my chance to be alone and go back I go back, for I have stuff to clean. I go back to the house and go for the kitchen, which is in the back to the left. This is a really big hall, with in the centre a sink. All is grey and metallic. Mostly empty, tiled. I am completely alone. There are some leftovers from when we ate here. They are on a shelf above the sink. Yet higher up is an installation with a shower of some kind to clean the dishes.

Before the sink is a bin.

I have some other leftovers with me as well. That I bin first. And while I'm at it, I bin the leftovers sitting there on the shelf as well, but of course, once I start, it becomes more and more. I find the green olives that I didn't eat, because I rather have the black ones. And the home leftovers are spaghetti of some sort, tomato sauce. I am being very thorough, now that I am here and on my own. It will be clean, I tell myself.