NEFKUS: that’s a terrible name

But well, no need to be so narrow-minded, just lift your head, throw your bangs out of your eyes and grin a little. Now comes the joyous moment when you understand…………………………………………………………………………………………………….. ……………………………………………………………………………………………………………….. If it hasn’t come yet, maybe it will later…………………………………………………………….. Still nothing? Go on now, close the page and live w//the piece.

To you, grasping sister, grasping brother, and every grasping clan, I welcome you to the world of magic, illusion, and green cloth. Don’t worry, you’ll be well taken care of. An aperitif? Is it lunchtime? Okay, so coffee? Let’s go to the bar, maybe we can find something to munch on.
I’ll be accompanying you during today’s show, you can call me whatever you want. Please follow me. Shhhhhh, don’t lick the coffee so hot while it’s cooling down, sit down and take a joystick in your snout. The guy who danced in front of our screen was Shule, you know, the one who shoots Repikes and was one of the first on the “merile”. Well, throw some cold coffee in you, at least you’ll glow with beauty, and I’m going to introduce you to some other characters.
We can’t go into the boardroom now, Mark is there hustling the client to pay a flat rate for ads up front and regularly if it’s going to make a difference. I can see it now, the moon will pass, the full moon will replace the new moon, the werewolves will howl, the centaurs will ride, and Mark and his client will be in the same place as they are now.
Turn around and you’ll see a workspace for all the needy who are here or not here, have been here or are yet to be here, just breathing, living and getting caught in the kitchen, changing the guard in the bathroom or meeting in cyberspace.
Those feet in the stylish pinstripe boots you see of the man tucked half under the desk, his head just above the desk but also between the monitors, that’s Fyris. He often mimics the sounds his animations might make. He’ll draw and animate anything…no, he’s not going to draw you a portrait based on a photo,….yes, he would know…because…….you know what? Let’s move on from here. This is that aforementioned green patch and immediately infinite space. Yeah like the Neverending Story. Yes I felt sorry for that horse too. Yes, I teared up too. Oh, they’ve already vacated the meeting room, there’s a mega library!
Cool, right? So, let’s sit down and tell me what our name evoked for you. Hmmm,hmmmm,hey, yes…hmmm, yes, taste, no-taste, Trnava dialect…..
At the end of the show, I’ll tell you what else can be derived from Nefkus.
Nefkus, it’s like when you’re walking down the street and at one point you realize that every other house is insulated and orange regardless of its architecture and age.
Nefkus, that’s when you see a rebuilt Prior in Trnava and you want to gouge your eyes out because someone approved a shingle roof for a brutalist building, of course it needs to be insulated and put on yellow.
Nefkus, that’s when you accidentally turn on the radio and a mandolin string whacks you right in the eardrum.
Nefkus, that’s when the captain discovers his political power through the wombs of women.
Nefkus, that’s when priests and neo-fascists glorify the traditional family, even though something like the traditional family never existed.
Around us, tastelessness has become the norm. And that’s why our NEFKUS is a new taste.