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 →
Where has my youth gone? Did I ever experience it? Or will that come later, when I’ve grown too old to display what’s left of my vitality? A few giant worms attack an innocent southern village, white aliens send messages, and meanwhile, I’m still running after the same age-old problem. “That means we’re stuck and... Lees verder →
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 →
“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 →
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 →
On my way with who else, Jack Kerouac and Jean-Paul Sartre, I'm reading, dreaming and longing for freedom on the train. Away. The night before, I went out with Mr. K and Rusty. Mr. K is an eternal doubter and optimist rolled into one. He goes for what he wants like a Ferrari, but when... Lees verder →
Fastfood romantics 