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Vladimír Kompánek (Slovakia, 28. október 1927, Rajec – 20. január 2011, Bratislava)

Únos c.1980

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Everybody’s born with some different thing at the core of their existence. And that thing, whatever it is, becomes like a heat source that runs each person from the inside. I have one too, of course. Like everybody else. But sometimes it gets out of hand. It swells or shrinks inside me, and it shakes me up. What I’d really like to do is find a way to communicate that feeling to another person. But I can’t seem to do it. They just don’t get it. Of course, the problem could be that I’m not explaining it very well, but I think it’s because they’re not listening very well. They pretend to be listening, but they’re not, really. So I get worked up sometimes, and I do some crazy things.

”..little black noiseless marks on paper.”

"Yet I’m some kind of weirdo that makes people uncomfortable because of queerness and nontraditional gender presentation/identity. Using she/he/they pronouns and not subscribing to the binary makes people REAL uncomfortable sometimes and it boggles my mind.”“