Objects are closer than they appear. A rearview mirror is a funny thing. Blinding when the sunlight hits the glass just so. A shadow of what you have left behind and a warning of what is yet to come, also. The angle depends on your setting. Your setting depends on your general situation. As does […]

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Macht und Unterwerfung, Rechts und Links, Schwarz und Weiß, Oben und Unten. Ich: irgendwo dazwischen. Die Blätter der Birke vor meinem Balkon rascheln im Winde, sie lassen sich einfach tragen. Die Äste halten den Wind aus, weil sie sich verbiegen können, nicht rigide versuchen um jeden Preis am gleichen Platz zu bleiben. So baut man […]

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Mundane things

I saw her standing there. Where? In front of the library. A packet of Marlboro Gold in her hand. She was struggling to get the plastic off. Did somebody help her? Is it really help if you enable a person to smoke? But yes, a tall man in his late 20’s with curly brown hair […]

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I’ve read somewhere that the Japanese fix bowls with gold, resulting in the imperfection being seen as a unique part of the charm and history of the object. I find this quite the beautiful sentiment. Yet it is one which I am incapable of entertaining as pertains to myself. Long sleepless nights have etched away […]

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