Category: Hours-passed

In essence: time, with all its consequences, moving ahead into the wall behind the clock

Myth in my Home

Now that hormones let go off me for a while, one can finally enjoy the rain. Luckily, I thought of it early enough: before my trip I actually need a backpack.Instead I got ice cream (salted caramel) and fruit for …

Two Out Of Three Mysteries

Two out of three mysteries I solve all by myself.Three days after my blood test I (finally) had a stronger allergic reaction that allowed me to narrow it all down to peanuts.Indeed a nut I can live without. In any …

Urge to Learn

For reasons I will not disclose right now I have lost all desire for love but gained a great urge to learn, about everything. Read. Read. Reading. In the sun, on the bridge, walking or resting. I buy the New …

In theory

This morning my thoughts are with the things and people who are long gone from my immediate environment, my grandfather, my cousins, how we used to play. Not in the usual sentiment. It all has become warm memory. My grandfather …

Edged on Insanity

The long trip back home edged on my insanity. I could feel how the little sleep literally forced my brain to ration energy.Cut links that make me a genius. To set the mood…Alan Parsons Project – Eye in the sky

Pre-New Year

She barely says a word in the car. Only five minutes earlier she ran around with two different coloured plastic mugs. Sedated and still she bears with truly caring hugs from nurses.I haven’t seen her smile for years now. That’s …

Silk and Floods

Last night I dreamed of silk and floods… tonight it’s raining and I leave the window open… to hear the water running down the roof tiles. Despite a small glass of whiskey I was up early in the morning…

From the Impossible to the Improbable

Ah, could this excitement only last for a whole day!?Not only when you walk out the bookshop.I have never seen anything like it, yet always hoped for its existence.Finally someone comes up with ‘proof’ for the physical parts of mythological …

A memory of my grandparents’ house

The mind is a thing that thinks more ahead than it looks back, thus I dreamed of phase three: when my grandparent’s house is filled with laughter again; the laughing and joy of other children. Playing, running up the stairs …