Hipster on the moor 1

He walks the moor in his lumberjack shirt, whilst the wind, that has torn the juniper bushes, now tears his bushy beard. What is the hipster doing on the moor? He misses his girlfriend. She left him, and suddenly he needed silence. He had no energy to play with tha band anymore, nor to hang around the juice bar with his Mac. In the moor, only the wind breaks the silence. And a sole raven. He thinks of her words:

"Once upon a time, there was a frog, that blew itself up. Oh my, what a big frog. But suddenly, it exploded, and the ugly smell of half digested flies came out of the broken breast baloon. To put it nicely, it´s a damned shame, when such things happen."

And then he saw her back, and the door slammed.

Now he walks in the heathers, that silently bloom aff. there is no shelter, and the few trees turn toward the east from the violent western wind. He is a beautiful man beneath the bushy beard and the entangled hair. She said that the lumberjack shirt was proletarian to see. that the seperation from the crowd was conditioned by the logic of wrong.

So this he now does: The wrong thing. Walks upright whilst the trees turn toward the east. But with his face down towards the heathers and tears that fall on the bluebells. There is a little rabbit, that feels sorry for him, and wipes away a tear with its fluffy rabbit foot.