There is much we don’t say – see for ourselves yet our mind picks up the smallest detail, unconscious referenced in sub-conscience.
So far, we are still humans controlled by humans, and thus we suffer the whole spectrum of human faults and errors. But, do you know yourself? Do you know all your strength and weaknesses? How long did it take you …
The following was taken from a letter to a fellow writer, with whom I spoke extensively about the research for my new book Alterity that will touch on events of WWII and the impact of the GDR system on the …
Still in pursuit of identity, one of my books has posed an interesting argument: Are crimes perceived as more terrible when the victims are anonymous? Yes, it is one of these obvious questions I never thought of (and this is …
Then the artist is not only driven by outside forces, contrary, tointernal currents slowly drifting. It is thus a fundamental principle of human nature thateach part of us makes a whole {logically}, none could be isolated. yet,each with individual intentions …
There is a sweet, stabbing irony when one needs the suffocating embrace of a loved one most, those who sincerely feel let go to allow intrepid air to all parts of your emotional skin.You breathe through the pores in your …
It’s the kind of sky that makes human’s bulimic – polemic, so the recommended spelling correction. This can’t detract from the wind nearer inland, or the sun by the coast. High on a pole, coming down to near shoulder height …
For some, this is sci-fi with the profound excitement of slime and sludge, for others it’s the nuisance of running late. And being late is a sincere sacrilege in some countries around the world. While a small village in the …
Not quite getting enough of self-mastery – or mastering the self, willing one’s own will, for the lack of contrary argument. As it happens, a book crossed my path.Initially just digital, and with a new interest being bookbinding, this non-physical …
Diese Angst treibt sich umGreift umKaum noch mich atmen lassen Take care of thyself. Though art a poet! From flurry to field – home to a group of sheep unsuspected of any crimes as yet not committedat a time when …
At the end of the road, everything in him came to a halt, dissident to all, with the path inclined to spread into contrary directions; his daydreaming climaxed into mere contemptible interference ‘What if Freud was… , in a physical …
