'Dreich'

'Train Windows', Anton Hirschfeld, 2011. Acrylic on paper 100 x 65 cm.

came through sliding doors, as a carried out of bag, not

narrowed shrieks and chafes of up motive carts. couple


ran kicks in put of wheels nestier, lit in mini crossing's


hailing of mpv waited not very long of dreich, as sat at


bag's synthetic oud. lost in quick gesture of pressed of


somehow found left want want crisps, someone asking


what thought of it rushed splattered blast of night cool.


diminished line from tapped brow's though of couldn't


sleep, mosquito continuously beaded bites, in the night


and consecutive anecdata to chosed not to point-action



seen waried prod of lugs, sections below the watch that


the strap connects to, in paused feening for faved as sat


womp of chair's vinyl, hand out from under tech-jersey

of a jacket, tore of aluminum. slippy simmered build of


erve tail. rocked like a puccho, having barred spirals to

having start of nose's itch, while rest of face's practise

d
reasons why it won't work, heard taught to put a choose


when/how to accept want, as rapid blinked to few turns

of ceiling fan's pushed imbrium. a moved about a door's

cot slowed in fixed look, issue of pogo skitty with other

characters, all at several feet away. a staffer stroked-off

board's cbt, unaware the missed steps in returning from

19th high school reunion on empty bilevel train. within


seconds, stood near of wish to skate neens some time to


worn tensity smiled at chair, by walk-through's attached


part of treated post's bottle of seamed blue glass. rocked


small flea bites on its bottom oval in five fingers, caved


on swifter steps, by waiters' averted gazes, evaded stair

rods' arrival of one from the first time at the group, who


said on larp, a role as triperrance for those efforts to feel



no one from whom needed to escape. turned back, either

end of shelf's lock and lock containers, upturned palmed


instance of shirasu crock filed abreast of footing in can't

think what color the noren was, its rummaging, an apish


shadow grew in stages smaller, staggered seizes at some


gotten places. a hand locked, shook and reversed, moons


faded except for a thumb's frigid surges. mind bobbed at


where a wish of oneself to where near bound up edge of


a binary star's jetted arms, not heard its light left it years


ago. varying paces took from a heater's air cut in twisted

clangs, to somnial thin cut on a saucer edge's loosed tiny

lid, of could try enough to want it to cohere. stickied end


stuck around white only in sidelongs  as room's passings


by, one's shoulders and  back wiggled quarter of a more

than one occasions' finger traps' incorrectly pulled what


it takes. stridence coarsened in bunches of obento picks


stuffed between boy-faced rice balls with molded kikos.


couple steps looked, to a hillocked garbage in receptacle


chuds of don't call back telling of to start today scattered

in clasped at ringing, like astuces around right eye to the


orpimented instance with containers of cake pops, push-


upable pinwheel and sundae triffs. bristled at the moved



itself fall, diagonally disappeared in a moment, virtually


no friction at camote chip bags' plinks like some cy cuts


closed in as above, dulled funassyi revolved on a string.


stood by coordination to get the drag is becoming piece,


project room floor's supplying of seeming oxycontin on


monobloc chair. walked with head down, in the having

to get atleast once a day's, questioning that nothing one


does is worth while. moved by window's sky sheeted in


another reflected bumaba film, a pipe convecting lessed


nodes of heating, as in heart drummed to where in mind



dropped to liver area, dim raspings a loned toggle loop's

nothing to weigh it down. turned full behind, the flexure


of a sock puppet, purported occasions giving free advice

to abrupt spirit struggs. held bucking in headset of fewer

people's made out evp's periodic tfw muting of everyone


who've nothing elsed, along the gone missing of keys all


the time, weren't where put by bedside's pen. somewhere


out of view, said listened longest a momentarily like of a


needle skipped gaps at record's end. impassive faces of a


scant audience stepped back, as rolled back runnings set

about sunk down in a chair. a folded newspaper's noting


some bit further from what they're given to perceive, as


knees pulled making oneself smaller, in sat on end of an


upsale shelf. flare free leds scaled subsonic rolled nutted


sonny cone on upper arm, excerpted from mun gum like


micro-slip itches, from told accidentally against straight


edge of gallery wall's shouldn't have to persuade anyone


in you're worth the time. below throat's incipient taste of


heavy rain and shied aside synthetic in toilet roll cover as


crinolined doll, a kind of inanition from not eating actual



aliment all day, fingers rigid spread distance between the

counters coursed like ruddy soliton of a finger over a lens.


couldn't cry, along a though it well insulated, zeroidal fare


in damp condensated top's mini-pleats pinned in the back.

head backed, tugged swallows, as of last week's oft what


they say and adjacent restroom's sudden started from like


obe's rushes of discolored arms of invacare frame's small


part with being pulled and heavily creased misadjusts of


backs of held hand patterns, separate from short of wash


counter, along began otiosed rising infrasound, surfaced



as to be run through, little detectable pocket of pressure


under an eye's couldn't fit it in anything like single draft


of losing face. an older woman picking about glass and

aluminum door, peered with fell and scared rising again

goes of thompson hat, along breathlessness about shard


of a line with huai dan, not as slighting as what of some


part that thinks blew it. hovered a charger wire at outlet


syncs collapsing, up from trailed subsurface of couldn't


hate tries of reaching out to sum1, adjudged missing of

a part turns to end-ups like has to go back ied plates, at



glass by ridge of eyebrows. a male with a gele took off,


retreated of played dial tone,  retained oblique idleness

about mouth's going for help. breath jiggled flank's dull


thudded two fold spoon rests, didn't want the turned set


back of a heel's shouldn't be ignores a binch of slanting


hunger, blinked and dropped of lids not going to eat, as


raised, like about to pass and come back of added loscil


over everything, along angled gävlebocken's stayed for


now, from would-be-odds-of-over-interference. saw as


far as window chamber's set of selfie in front of a write



board mirror, positioned to reflect store logo, the sway


of towelled like phragmite shoots, dirtied as ain't even


morn sky. stood, pinching of a breath off of junctional


site's irritative seep to knees. one in grasps in elasticity

of flex shower mirror, one on lvt floor's caustic instant


on to erratic steps. two-fifths down an aisle, a cosmetic


tutorial screen of a viewer/user flitted. its summing up


poses' to rely on, as overly of some nombreux felt is is

unbearable. as though someone had just brushed up on


the other side's wsup with deleting text thread filled up


in bites carpal kaomoji, rakes foundation on variegated

pores, saggened out, doesn't count as nobody listening.

'Lost in Yellow', Anton Hirschfeld, 2011. Acrylic on paper 65 x 50 cm.



cbt — can't be touched (slang)


shirasu — whitebait, an immature variety of fish (Japanese)


kiko — be happy, smiling face


bumaba — to go down, descend but also to alight (Tagalog)


tfw — that feeling when (slang)


mun gum — allergy (Cantonese)


obe — out of body experience


huai dan — bad egg (Cantonese)


ied — improvised explosive device


loscil — refers to innerness, loneliness in numerology


'Etude', Anton Hirschfeld, 2013. Mixed media on paper 65 x 38 cm.

LOUISE BAK is the author of Syzygy (DC Books), Tulpa (Coach House Books) Gingko Kitchen (Coach House Books) and emeighty (Letters Bookshop). She is the co-host of Sex City, Toronto's only radio show focused on intersections between sexuality and culture. Her performance work has appeared in various videos, including Crimes of the Heart, Partial Selves and Buffalo Death Mask. Louise also curates and hosts a salon series called The Box, which encourages communication across literary and artistic borders.

ANTON HIRSCHFELD, born in 1992, lives and works in Paris.