I am 21, and at this age I am really discovering it, that I am alive, or rather becoming aware that I am effectively breathing, feeling and being who I am. That my mind and body are one unit, which together can control each other, and that both are inseparable here on this globe. But... Lees verder →
It's just sex We were in film history class. German Expressionism. What I found an incredibly fascinating art period, did nothing for a while. It was as if Faust was sitting next to me and whispered, go now man, do it now, you'll be rid of it. Nosferatu, Murnau 1922 It was Rusty sitting next... Lees verder →
It's your choice "And how about if I go one day to the ladies of pleasure?"A long silence fell in the car. I could see his thoughts grinding. As if he first had something, like yes, of course, I did it also, and then suddenly changed his mind."Uhm, well, son, that depends on what you... Lees verder →
Part One I'm going to do it. Otherwise, I will jump on every human being who looks me in the eyes and smiles or better laughs at me, while I’ll give my whole soul and it would be sucked dry only to be extinguished like a cigarette butt afterwards. I don't want to enter a... Lees verder →
The bus drives through large puddles of water. Rain falls from the sky. It drives towards my hometown. I can still hear her voice in my head, a voice that crackles a little, but otherwise neatly conceals all emotion. I turn on the sound of my earbuds, louder, it doesn’t help, I turn it off,... Lees verder →
It is urgently time to write my story. I'm studying at the film academy. Screenwriting, because I love cinematic stories, and I prefer to write them myself. My friends are better with images behind the camera, I with images on paper. I'm in my hundredth year, at least it feels that way. It is as... Lees verder →
Steaming heat from the countless holes collides and jumps with the cold, screaming children's voices, an electronic sound swells like tears from hell, they play up, from the restless animal, monotonous noise, silences thoughts, and lead the way home. I leave the waiting room, while a woman right in front of me slams the door.... Lees verder →
Fastfood romantics 