My exams went well. I could relax and enjoy the summer. But first I had to survive Shittown for two whole months. Walking down the street here in my pitch-black outfit, alone with a book in my hand, was just asking for trouble. People didn’t get that here; someone who wanted to sit quietly alone... Lees verder →
The Matrix
March, the month of reproduction. What I feared most was my IT friend – that would be pure cramming, no logic in an exam that should be logical. After those tests, we can focus on the real work, the paper and my short film. On the train, I tried to calm my nerves by interpreting... Lees verder →
The man with the rose
“Are you coming to meet Kafka?” He had a red rose next to his glass of beer. His skin was half sunken, hunched over, and his eyes were watery. I sat next to him in the Irish Pub. The television was on, that evening the entire bar population was following the results of the Eurovision... Lees verder →
Déjà Vu
I don't want to go back to yesterday when mold took over the refrigerator and you called out to me in the pouring rain “Do something!” While I was stuck in my father's chair and spoiled that great romance.
Clothing
I can't stand striped, checked, or textured clothing; trousers, shirts, socks... you name it. Tiny lines screaming to break free, doomed to eternal captivity. I would never wear anything like that myself. If someone does, I accept it, if you're really looking smashing within. But, give me something plain or something with a nice message... Lees verder →
Monochrome
the infinite looks out on the closed windows splashes before moving villages hidden between valleys of melancholy - I hardly dare to look I am blinded by what may always remain until the autocratic idiot the fungus of the ego - that festers with false promises erases what should stayand the valley of Angels and... Lees verder →
Farewell my friend
I see your bronze bust on this burning spot from talent to star to dust sucked up close to the people I smell my friend's sweat, your scent lost on the back of stardom I hear children cheering with delight I hear a mother shouting: “No—stop!” The smoke of beefburgers as I descend not far... Lees verder →
Fastfood romantics 