I was out exploring with Venus when I knocked and she opened the door. The night with her had been too short, and there I was—for the third time, the right time. She was just serving a few hungry tourists outside when she suddenly stopped and saw me approaching, at first unsure who that figure... Lees verder →
That morning, I sat down at the table. It was always the same ritual: everyone had their own spot, and my little brother got the same size slices of bread, the same kind of chocolate spread, and the same songs that had to play. I’d heard “Camille” a hundred times by now. We started eating... Lees verder →
So, there I sat again, delighted, with her on the terrace—though only for a moment, because Cupid’s arrows were dipped in poison. A pain shot straight through my heart when, completely out of the blue, a foolish figure appeared and as he chewed his gum with his pearly white teeth, he looked at her longingly;... Lees verder →
She glowed in the soft light of the night, as if she had stolen the moon’s radiance and hidden it within her skin. There she sat, her face directly across from me, gazing off into the night, searching for the horizon. It was wonderful to see her like that; I wanted to tell her so,... Lees verder →
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 →
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 →
Hitte uit de talloze gaten botst en springt met de koude, gillende kinderstemmen, een elektronisch geluid zwelt als tranen vanuit de hel, ze spelen op, vanuit het rusteloze dier, eentonig geruis, doet denken verstillen, en leidt de weg naar huis. Ik verlaat de wachtzaal, terwijl een vrouw vlak voor mij de deur laat toevallen. Sleurend... Lees verder →
Fastfood romantics 