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 →
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 →
I cross the street, iron monsters surround me, throwing their poisonous gases into my eyes and filling my lungs, heavy as lead. That's how I feel now, I want to get away, away from the grind, away from the smell of everyday life, let me write, writing is not dying, writing is wanting to live,... Lees verder →
He told me that this pill would initially intensify the symptoms, but that I would definitely feel better afterwards. Yes, I felt very chaotic in my head, doubted everything I thought or read, and felt like I had constant hug boners. But then again, that was already the case for several years, I had to... Lees verder →
She was standing in the street, shouting, ‘You bastard! Yes, just leave now like a cowardly dog with your tail between your legs and leave me alone, forever!’ That's how I found her, completely upset and crying, wearing only a kimono with nothing underneath, a pink top peeking out onto the street. I walked towards... Lees verder →
She stood next to me. Her beauty was felt throughout my entire body, like blood that began to flow faster and faster every time I looked at her. I wished I would merge with her, wished that by closing my eyes I could escape from my shell and feel what she felt. All I felt... Lees verder →
Ettelbruck station, the train stops and I get out and call my parents to tell them where I am, their place, back when everything was still fine. I shouldn't have called, they told me not to run away, but to talk. But I don't want to discuss with them, I already know what's going on,... Lees verder →
Fastfood romantics 