In old folklore, cold iron was thought to hold the power to repel fae. Underlying idea was that the human forged iron was no longer ‘of nature’ and was therefore a weapon against the old spirits. Throughout history it was…
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Canoodling knödel
The cable car took us steadily higher and higher up the mountain. The view was spectacular on one of these last-days-of-summer. Showing guests around I too got to see the city from above for the first time. The new…
Du-du-du-du-da-da-desperate
Merging with my eardrum is my new favorite song (BRONCHO – Class Historian). It makes me so ridiculously happy it is beyond silly. I concur: ’til now I’m doing great doing well is pretty vague Happiness is currently…
Homeless in Bolzano
Once again the sun shines over the mountain ridge. It is a beautiful day and after a couple of days of rain, my skin immediately reacts to the radiation, leaving a blushing band over my cheeks. Sitting on the balcony…
The journey continues
Germany lay behind me as the train once more heads down south. For the first day in weeks I feel I have a moment to breath. The past week too many things were on my plate. Mind occupied, I did…
Touch wood
You know that feeling when everything is changing and you know everything is going to be alright? I am not entirely there yet. Avoiding doing anything really useful I instead started on unfinished-business I planned already last summer: A…
The shackles of online freedom
Just yesterday my blog reached 4000 individual visits (blogger is probably overestimating it with about 50%… still). Flattered – I think it is number higher than it deserves. Unsettled – I think it is number higher than what is comfortable.…
Pixar and mental illness
“Crying helps me slow down and obsess over the weight of life’s problems.” – Sadness Watching the latest Pixar masterpiece – “Inside out”, I found myself almost dying of laughter. The core idea: in your brain lives five little characters…
Pandora’s box
Spotify plays the collected soundtrack of my young adolescence, reminiscing my past self I experience those now subdued feelings that defined me ten-fifteen years ago (taste). The sounds of the 90’s and early 00’s are familiar, etched into my neural pathways,…
Fast-forwarding time of a life in slow-motion
Once again I am forced to acknowledge the paradox that time passes faster than the arms of a clock. This realization hits me with regular intervals, yet somehow I manage to remain equally surprised at each stroke. Like from amnesia…