Having swapped two large boxes of belongings (almost impossible, I didn't own much) including my last typewriter, for an ancient coal-cart I found at a flea-market, I was permitted to pull that cart, being now its owner, filled with dirt, around the streets of Berlin, on that quiet Sunday before Nine-Eleven. The plan was to go round and round the Parliament building, leaving a trail of dirt leaked through a convenient hole, in revenge for their refusal of my open-air exhibition proposal Art Embassy to the Reichstag!
The electronic-cellist, 'Glen De', grumpily trailed behind, his own equipment attached to a pair of shopping wheels. We stopped at the big Wall Memorial for a short concert, which no-one witnessed, though many in the surrounding tenements would have heard; before he gave up, and then I, due to a spit of rain and no more gumption. The mission was a failure. I had originally envisioned a Pied-Piper style procession, which even had a name, 'Art on Wheels', to which I had invited other artists to join en route, in order to exhibit ART on that hallowed bit of real-estate, regardless of the silent commanding of the Reich. (No-one came, as I had given up recruiting for the idea weeks before pulling the cart).
But my wooden wheels, held on with nails, were indeed thunderous on that day: on the cobble-stones behind the Invaliden Street cemetery. That sound at least, and a lack of rats (we never reached Christo's Palace), though no lack of curious kids along the way, lodged happily in my mind. The cart I left anonymously outside THE WORLD'S END EXPERIMENT LABORATORY, stuffing four reels of film into the dented postbox. I never saw the wagon again - a hundred years old, my eyes told me - and I didn't care.
'Glen De' was furious when I told him about the photos, as they were his only reason for coming along and doing the concert. The negatives I later retrieved (the concert reel mysteriously missing) and scanned - no money to develop them - to play around with in Photoshop. Thus, I began to understand that program's many filters and other functions, on my first modern PC. (The computer I bought with a rare windfall - compliments of the German Social Security). This was at Norbert's place. Many, many all-nighters were then spent producing these images; and others, for the early website. But by this time, bad skin and a new depression were setting in, and my days left in Berlin were dragging and numbered.

Stalking disclaimer. It occured to me that, shown without any background info, the link could be construed as DODGY. I have to say that the nonsense-verse, not to mention the project's title with its hint of obsession, have nothing to do with the kids in the pictures.

So now, sadly unambiguous due to overmuch background info, I belatedly present my first on-line exhibition...