Of what leads nowhere
Somewhere nearer the end of the last book I slept with, it read: ‘So many don’t want to exchange the habit of existence with the darkness of being.’ Usually I never remember lines from books, not even my own – …
Category: Philosophy
Life turned into philosophy with a touch of the surreal and macabre
A-Live
Strangely on a bus this morning, feeling the natural slowness of traffic..in the country lanes.I decide I had enough of people who try to tell me I should go out, hook up with a stranger, and simply those who simplify …
Lost Hope, Not Lost Interest
I may have lost all hope in science in the last days – no wonder as I told the doctor explicitly about a food allergy and I gave my valuable blood. All for a negative for house mite dust – …
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 …
An Orphean Life
One tends to glorify the dead and thus walk among them.I, for my part, spent the weekend nights in tears, cramps and solitude over my Orphean lifestyle. I genuinely tried to enjoy the Russian opera in London on Saturday night.Surprisingly …
The Curious Incidence of Flat 15A
Sometimes… when the streets are quiet again in the late morning hours, she imagines the curious incidences around the people in flat 15A (with a capital A because that is how they label the small places between the buildings of …
Thoughts in Progress
As much as my mother in sickness talks about my bank account and money, as much I think about time. The concept of creativity manifests more thoroughly and for the first time perhaps I look at Freud as a human …
Dreams like Energy
Dreams are like energy in physics. They mutate along with your maturing soul. For now I am just pretending to be a slice of Tilsit – the cheese that turns the ecosystem in your fridge up side down – who …
The Day I let go…
…or I embrace BE Love is need huh.Then it clicked.Mentally, I curtsied and left the room with steady feet or the certainty that nothing can be undone. Some songs are just composed in a way that every single word of …
Mental Fatalism, Fanatism, Fantasm
I have done well. I toyed with Jung while Freud was watching from a distance. He (or rather it) needs a more schematic approach. Not only on Mondays.I began to write again. Poetry… without convention but surely with a concept …