Der Optionist


„I could go everywhere, all woman suit me...“, says the daydreaming protagonist. He sits on a stone sculpture in a park and talks to himself, talks to an absent opposite: no contractions, everything is wonderful: The possibilities opening up, the imaginary as a phantasmatic cloud, hovers as a perfect state around this optionist, since a realization is not an option anyway. What is phantasmatic thus cannot be disturbed by the real. Security level 1, risk-free park zone, or was there anything missing?

Sabine Winkler