cotton.

28 May 2007 · by Tintin Wulia · in blah

Apple-flavoured cotton floss on a stick.

Cotton candies are ones of the things in fairs that I have always looked at wondrously and thought of buying but never got to. They’re one of the small puerile pleasure that reminds me of Neverland.

At the moment, however, after all those giveaway cotton flosses, I feel that I was not wholehearted when I constructed the above sentences.

Just like when the fireworks hit the sky, that’s how unwholehearted I feel. Money burning in the air, and people pretending to be entertained. At times like these one reflects on what s/he has been doing her whole life being called an artist – and whether s/he had made any real difference.

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As a result of an auction in Sarah Vanhee's The Great Public Sale of Unrealised But Brilliant Ideas, my bio has become a collective bio:

When they were thirteen, Tintin Wulia and Christiane Berndes wished that Peter Pan would lose his shadow in their neighborhood, because they thought that Peter Pan was kinda sexy. Night after night, they would think a happy thought, wishing that Peter would find them if they could fly. Nothing happened – Tintin and Christiane discovered that Peter had much preferred Wendy.

Three decades later, Tintin and Christiane are still discovering many things. One, that Peter Pan is a fictional character invented by James Matthew Barrie. Two, that the fact that Peter is fictional doesn’t mean that he’s illusory. They are also discovering that, three, it is not a happy thought that one needs to be able to fly – it is, rather, the combination of a passport and a valid visa. And also, four, that the fact that one needs a passport and a valid visa to be able to fly is just shitty.