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The Hubble tobacco crate paradox
This older wooden tobacco box is like the Hubble Space Telescope: the deeper you go into its matter, the further back in time you go. The deeper you go into its matter, the further backwards you go in time. If you get closer and closer to the beginning of matter and thus to the darkness of space with Hubble, it is quite similar with this box, since you probably experience the reversal of its genesis through its scent. Sounds educated. I can't remember where I got the box now, it's a secret. I turn it back and forth, I open it and smell
First a fruity orange rises, about three times as big as the moon, it brushes juniper and bergamot on the horizon, it pushes through the sweet-resinous noctilucent clouds, it really lavenderises like warm soft furniture polish after only a few minutes. Never has all this ever lived in this wooden box. I'm confused.
Later, light tobacco grows elemically sweetly scented under the furniture polish, quietly incense-smoking in the depth of the room. This makes sense now, with the tobacco in the tobacco box. I wait for the sandalwood. Instead chypriot labdanum, sweet as honey, probably the listed beeswax. I'm going to reverse genetically associate a space where life is to be created, like in Mayan Bee Episode One. But then something must really come up with the creation of the sandalwood (from offstage you can hear "So sprach Zarathustra" while the box rotates in slow motion through the room). And there it is, paradoxically not dark like the beginning of time, but light, herbaceous and fresh, the moist green earth is perceptible, from which the trees will probably grow sometime, iridescent with the warm tobacco sweetness, for many hours in every season.
Later, light tobacco grows elemically sweetly scented under the furniture polish, quietly incense-smoking in the depth of the room. This makes sense now, with the tobacco in the tobacco box. I wait for the sandalwood. Instead chypriot labdanum, sweet as honey, probably the listed beeswax. I'm going to reverse genetically associate a space where life is to be created, like in Mayan Bee Episode One. But then something must really come up with the creation of the sandalwood (from offstage you can hear "So sprach Zarathustra" while the box rotates in slow motion through the room). And there it is, paradoxically not dark like the beginning of time, but light, herbaceous and fresh, the moist green earth is perceptible, from which the trees will probably grow sometime, iridescent with the warm tobacco sweetness, for many hours in every season.
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