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<p align="left"><font color="#99FF66"> The Cursor&acute;s Monologue<br>
  By Gritt Uldall-Jessen<br>
  <br>
  <br>
  Today is the first day in my new life!<br>
  It&acute;s going to be the first time again.<br>
  Of this and that.<br>
  Of everything.<br>
  This time all has to be done again.<br>
  This time it must happen the right way<br>
  I&acute;m not yet free.<br>
  </font><font color="#99FF66"><br>
  My lifespan is determined by he<br>
  who initiates me.<br>
  The question of whether I am worth keeping alive<br>
  is my daily challenge.<br>
  <br>
  My demands are way too large.<br>
  &quot;Don&acute;t switch me off, are you listening?&#8221;<br>
  &#8220;Give me time, I have a purpose!&quot;<br>
  <br>
  To where am I ordered <br>
  this time?<br>
  What will my task be?<br>
  Which place will I belong to?<br>
  <br>
  The inhabitants of the Map have all seen me.<br>
  I'm familiar to them.<br>
  But that doesn&acute;t mean<br>
  that there&acute;re any of them who really sees me.<br>
  <br>
  We&acute;re all agents.<br>
  We don&acute;t know of knowing each other for real. <br>
  Unless it is noted in our profile. <br>
  <br>
  My function is<br>
  to write about the others.<br>
  About anyone.<br>
  <br>
  A robber came,<br>
  and robbed me of my imprisonment.<br>
  When he broke in, I broke out.<br>
  I don&acute;t know how long<br>
  I had been in prison, at that time.<br>
  I barely knew whether I existed in the world<br>
  or not.<br>
  Whether I existed as anything but an idea<br>
  which was conceived by a human mind,<br>
  long ago.<br>
  It was to late to take stock of the situation. <br>
  The robber kicked the door in.<br>
  Now I stood there.<br>
  For the first time in a while, I thought<br>
  of my appearence.<br>
  He saw me.<br>
  With his eyes screwed up behind the mask.<br>
  <br>
  &#8220;Are you new here?&#8221;, I asked.<br>
  He heard nothing. </font> </p>
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<p><font color="#99FF66">I continued:<br>
  &#8220;It isn&acute;t possible to see youself from outside.<br>
  My eyes are not enough.<br>
  If man should be able to see himself,<br>
  he would have been created as a round ball<br>
  with his head pointing towards the naval.<br>
  An aerial would point up,<br>
  so we could send signals to the others.&quot;<br>
  <br>
  &quot;We can&acute;t see ourselves.<br>
  We need the others to see us.<br>
  We must be certain that we really exist. <br>
  That it isn't just a dream<br>
  playing infront of our eyes.<br>
  This rule also applies<br>
  to the inhabitants of the Map.&#8221;<br>
  <br>
  This can be the first day in my life.<br>
  I kicked the door, so it shut behind me. <br>
  <br>
  I understood that I wasn&acute;t completely<br>
  like I used to be.<br>
  <br>
  I have seen a shadow fall upon me.<br>
  It darkened the city.<br>
  Did I dream that a shadow fell?<br>
  <br>
  I have been around the Map<br>
  in order to get an overview. <br>
  The gardens are being created.<br>
  I see the city being built anew.<br>
  It seems strange.<br>
  I am no longer the person I used to be.<br>
  <br>
  Who is on the other side?<br>
  Are they like me?<br>
  Where are the borders of the world?<br>
  How far to the right can I walk?<br>
  How far to the left?<br>
  What is on the other side?<br>
  <br>
  I have a purpose!<br>
  One of my feet is free.<br>
  But what is it good for, when the other is caught?<br>
  <br>
  I visited the newbuilders when they were asleep.<br>
  I came through the window.<br>
  They were snoring.<br>
  I looked at the building and knew<br>
  that it wouldn&acute;t last.<br>
  I took a note about it in my notebook.<br>
  <br>
  If you could build a house<br>
  somewhere else,<br>
  then where would you build it?<br>
  -Which place would you most like to stay in?<br>
  -Which place would you least like to stay in?<br>
  <br>
  I put the note on the noticeboard<br>
  and went again.</font></p>
<p><font color="#99FF66">Today is the first day in my new life!<br>
  It&acute;s going to be the first time again.<br>
  Of this and of that.<br>
  Of everything.<br>
  This time all has to be done again,<br>
  This time it must happen the right way.<br>
  Yet, I&acute;m not free.<br>
  <br>
  My foot isn&acute;t completely free.<br>
  Personally, I have had so many previous lives<br>
  that I have lost count of them.<br>
  They have not all been worth collecting.<br>
  <br>
  Some of my lives have been far too short.<br>
  Some too tedious.<br>
  Others have been so challenging<br>
  that I could hardly catch up.<br>
  I&acute;m not in charge.<br>
  I&acute;m the narrator.<br>
  I write about the others.<br>
  About those who experience things.<br>
  <br>
  The experiences of the others also become mine.<br>
  If I didn&acute;t write them down, they wouldn&acute;t exist.<br>
  <br>
  A watchtower has been built for me<br>
  so I can keep an eye on the building<br>
  as it progresses.<br>
  From here I can see the whole day.<br>
  <br>
  Most people are working on the large building.<br>
  Or creating the new gardens.<br>
  They work from dusk to dawn.<br>
  Everytime the city goes to pieces,<br>
  we may start all over again.<br>
  <br>
  I write in order to remember<br>
  what has happened.<br>
  <br>
  In my original form,<br>
  long ago, when I was completely new in the world<br>
  I had the opportunity to<br>
  do things on my own.<br>
  The newbuilders gave me a tent to play with.<br>
  <br>
  I could move it around as I pleased.<br>
  I put it up in all the gardens<br>
  that I liked.<br>
  In the front and back gardens.<br>
  Whereever I came.<br>
  Soon everybody turned up.<br>
  They pulled up the pegs and tore off the outer tent. <br>
  <br>
  The world has never been one big common garden.<br>
  It has always been split up<br>
  in small and big pieces.<br>
  <br>
  In the beginning, I mainly wrote<br>
  about my family.<br>
  Once, when I was transferred to another city,<br>
  </font><font color="#99FF66">I thus travelled across the Map.<br>
  I had a notebook with me.<br>
  I remained behind the hedge<br>
  outside the garden of their house.<br>
  I wanted to see if they still were there.<br>
  If my father had become older.<br>
  If my mother had had more children.<br>
  I don&acute;t know them.<br>
  They don&acute;t know me either.<br>
  <br>
  We don&acute;t know about having knowledge about each other.<br>
  We&acute;re agents.<br>
  We&acute;re little black dots.<br>
  We&acute;re random pieces to move around.<br>
  <br>
  If I didn&acute;t write<br>
  nobody else would.<br>
  <br>
  In my original form, when I was new in the world,<br>
  long ago,<br>
  it was not possible for me to do anything on my own.<br>
  I was one of those who was often moved around.<br>
  I tore around the Map without staying anywhere for longer periods of time.<br>
  <br>
  That will be one of the first things<br>
  I will change,<br>
  when I get the chance.<br>
  <br>
  Before I got a life I hibernated for some time.<br>
  In a garbage bin.<br>
  In pit darkness.<br>
  I almost didn&acute;t exist.<br>
  <br>
  </font><font color="#99FF66">That wasn&acute;t necessarily bad.<br>
  My notebook was empty.<br>
  <br>
  It will be the first time <br>
  of everyting in my life.<br>
  <br>
  I live on the inside of a vulcano.<br>
  It hasn&acute;t erupted for a long time.<br>
  That may happen any time.<br>
  It was because of the colours that I have moved in there.<br>
  <br>
  They don&acute;t see it. The abyss in front of them.<br>
  They build for life. A house surrounding itself.<br>
  But are they building for eternity?<br>
  Who thinks about the future?<br>
  <br>
  It happened that I found myself<br>
  far outside the Map.<br>
  In a barren and desolate world.<br>
  I knew that the road continued.<br>
  It would take me away from what I know.<br>
  <br>
  There was a river I had to cross.<br>
  I stepped into it. The water reached my throat.<br>
  Suddenly, I lost my step and slipped.<br>
  I broke all my bones.<br>
  Drifted with the current.<br>
  Downwards.</font></p>
<p><font color="#99FF66">This was the way out.<br>
  To the other world.<br>
  The Map has no limits.<br>
  The shadow falls upon me.<br>
  I&acute;m in its bossom.<br>
  I&acute;m no longer alone.<br>
  A new life lies ahead for me.<br>
  <br>
  I ride on the top of the vulcano<br>
  I ask it to start moving.<br>
  It can shoot me out and send me on.<br>
  This way I get another existence.<br>
  <br>
  Here I am.<br>
  From one world to another.<br>
  The lava smokes.<br>
  It accelerates.<br>
  It rolls forward.<br>
  Extends across the whole Map.<br>
  Across the newbuildings.<br>
  Invading the newly laid gardens.<br>
  There is no rebellion here.<br>
  There is nothing to do.<br>
  The changes have started.<br>
  The new will follow.<br>
  <br>
  If you could build a house<br>
  somewhere other than here,<br>
  in that case where would you build it?<br>
  -Which place would you least like to stay in?<br>
  -Which place would you most like to stay in?<br>
  &nbsp;</font></p>
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