Dance, dead leaves
Just like with every second day in the week that I spend purposeless in my living room in fear of the wind or people’s faces, I stay in bed until almost noon. Only scared of obesity which could develop in …
The final existentialist strides
As the last page of the book closes, my eyes melt with the curtain, fog captures my brain. Realizing the layers that separate me from a reality outdoors and the vision inside.I think of existentialism and naked women on my …
A poem on the recreation of the dodo
Today, I faced fire disappearing video snippets memories invalid international numbers thoughtful lovers and the re-creation of the dodo All which fascinated me.
At the end of a…day
Living in celibacy
A Billy Joel moment.I had when slipping into my dark blue pyjama top and putting the linen into the bottom drawer.Maybe, I think I am gorgeous now, with or without my hair tied – although I never liked stripes. The …
The ban
Near the fields with the sheep with red numbers on their backs, I am reminded why nothing could convince me that not all artists believe they are eggs.They point at rain clouds and out falls snow. We may have not …
The smell of schizophrenia
Schizophrenia has a distinctive smell of metalic acrylic colours. It is sharp and penetrates everything; cotton, fur, skin. It smells like the world ending, like two bald soldiers marching a long narrow road through nettle-covered fields – towards me. The …
What ghosts and cows can do
Sartre’s third chapter is about a schizophrenic and his girlfriend.He didn’t say if it is schizophrenia….but I know the pattern.It may not be my brain but my genes. That much scientists could prove so far.I had to open two milk …
How odd
Today, my life is like a railway station. Everyone passing through, but any other day nobody would stop by. Nobody told me before that friendship is so much like running a business. Something in me provides protection for the childlike …
A delicate sketch
Just as it is my usual dreamy manner I strolled through the book shop in Canterbury late morning. A group of German youngsters did not realize the true purpose of books. They are simply not used to kindles and e-books …