The moment the front wheels rolled down from the sidewalk onto the road, the balance was lost and all of a sudden we were both staring at the fallen shopping cart in the middle of the street. At one point we decided to cross to the other side of the road. As cars were passing by, we kept on rolling on the sidewalk. 1,2,3, and it was in! Now start pushing! We managed to roll our heavy acquisition outside the park to the sidewalk where we tried to be as inconspicuous as possible. After 10 minutes of clumsiness spent under the surprised gazes of those passing by, we tilted the trolley and rolled the rock inside. Once we reached the spot we started throwing ideas around of how we could get the 200 kg mineral into the shopping cart. We pushed the rusty trolley through the neighborhood. I asked Florian if he could join me to go get my rock. I found a shopping cart in the garage next to my studio, probably belonging to Jean, the owner of the building. The evening star was flickering, and then the morning star shined through a clear blue sky. You could see the “Big Dipper” about to pour some hot star soup above our heads and the streetlights were casting anthropomorphic shadows through the rough silhouette of the motionless rock. On it was written “I’ve been murdered” in black marker scrawl. The stone was sitting still next to an enormous and immensely beautiful and perfectly healthy tree that had been recently cut down by the local authorities for whatever trivial reason. I was walking with my friend Florian somewhere around the South of Antwerp on a Monday night looking for nothing, when we came across a stone.
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