“What if this is as good as it gets?” ― Melvin Udall played by Jack Nicholson in As good as it gets 03:06 Why the fuck am I awake? Head pounding. Eyes swollen shut. Not many people know my eyes change colour when I cry. A blurry image of big dark green eyes with thick … Continue reading Sundown
“Everything you can imagine is real.” ― Pablo Picasso The beauty of the lovely pointy shapes of a late renaissance building was enhanced by the song currently whispering in my ears. It never occurred to me before how much movement and sound influence our perception of the world. Taking the train is a singular experience … Continue reading Boredom
“We don’t even ask happiness, just a little less pain.” ― Charles Bukowski The suffering writer is the most appreciated writer, only second to the dead writer. Pain strikes out of the blue and spreads all over their path of life, so they’ll slip over it over and over again. It will stick on their … Continue reading Applause
“She loved the sea only for its storms, and greenery only when it was scattered among ruins.” ― Gustave Flaubert Romance. I never understood the fascination around it. My aunt used to devour piles of books with Tarzan-type of men on the cover. The writing varies very much, the plot is always the same, but … Continue reading Flat reality
“A man’s face is his autobiography. A woman’s face is her work of fiction.” ― Oscar Wilde I was sitting in the one room apartment in my underwear while sucking on a very long Twix stick. It was not because of the heat; it was actually quite chilly. My muscles were aching from sitting all … Continue reading The happy princess and other tales
“The average TV commercial of sixty seconds has one hundred and twenty half-second clips in it, or one-third of a second. We bombard people with sensation. That substitutes for thinking.” ― Ray Bradbury, Fahrenheit 451 Distractions everywhere. Our world has become a bundle of screens screaming at us. I used to complain about the big … Continue reading A tad of sugar is enough
Alles war schwarz. Kein Raum, keine Zeit. Und da standen sie. Gewaltig erhoben sich diese imposanten Figuren wie riesige Statuen in einer zeitlosen Wüste. Die leeren Augenhöhlen starrten mich an, während die weißen Marmorknochen gespannt in meiner Richtung warteten. Ihre Speere waren monumental. Mein Herz fing an zu rasen. Ich rannte. Wieder mal. Nur diesmal … Continue reading Der Schwan 3
Der Himmel war bewölkt und die Sonne weigerte sich, uns mit ihren Strahlen zu erwärmen, um sich lieber hinter den riesigen schwebenden Wasseransammlungen zu verstecken. Der Wind verhielt sich nun nicht mehr so liebevoll und spielend, sondern blies wütend und gewaltvoll auf unsere schweißgetränkten Körper. Die Kälte stach tief in unseren Poren, während sich die … Continue reading Der Schwan 2
Das alte Ziegelhaus war schwer erkennbar im Dickicht der Bäume. Baumwurzeln stützten die von Blättern bedeckte halb zerfallene Terrasse und die kupferrote Erde arbeitete sich langsam über das flache Dach in der Hoffnung, dieses Relikt alter Zeiten zu verschlingen. Die durchlöcherte Holzbrüstung versuchte noch vergeblich, den gewaltigen Kräften der Natur Stand zu halten. Aber die … Continue reading Der Schwan
“I learned that courage was not the absence of fear, but the triumph over it. The brave man is not he who does not feel afraid, but he who conquers that fear.” ― Nelson Mandela I believe the day they told me it is ok to take the easy way I was not paying attention. … Continue reading Nausea
Aromatic deception 
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