Literature has always been a focal point in my life. The overwhelming beauty in well formulated ideas, thoughts and feelings, holds a power without comparison. The ability to portrait one’s truth for others to experience, is an internal monster fighting…
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Ceasefire
It has been one of those days that not only flirts like spring, but makes love like summer. Appropriately undressed I spent the day on the balcony in a bikini replanting the dried out herb and vegetable garden. Salvaging to…
Irish reggae, vanilla dreams and weather war
Google ads has apparently come to the conclusion that I want to buy sexy summer shoes. Everywhere pretty little corkscrew shoes pop-up visually chanting like all commercials: “Buy me. You know you want to. Give into temptation”. Seriously, Google should…
First impressions and shallowism 2.0
(Accidental delete results in a re-write, hence 2.0) The blasted mold is back. Now, what is even worse is that there are mushrooms growing in my basilica plant! While I have heard of people growing mushrooms (not magic of course…),…
A February Carol
Listening to Here with me – Susie Suh & Robot Koch, I try to capture the past week. I tagged along to Italy when my supervisor went there “for good”, in order to check out the place and with the hope…
The portrait we paint of others
Earlier today I “finished” yet another self-portrait after a couple of hours of desperation, a multitude of color changes, emotional expressions and miserable I-shouldn’t-have-tried-a-self-portrait-again‘s. In hues of purple, yellow and red, a darkly shaded face that undeniably bear a resemblance to…
South bound train
(Written on no-Internet-Saturday) 09.00 o’clock – My alarm clock is ringing, unnecessary as today was one of the rare occasions in which I rose even before the sun. Once again I am on a train. The surrounding landscape is magical.…
Magdeburg Monday demonstration
Not one police van was on duty, the number of vans were equal to the double length of the street. Darkly dressed police officers framed the street that occasionally takes me from work to the supermarket. On edge, prepared for…
Damsel in undistress
Furious I sit in the kitchen. As I a moment ago, was heading home from the gym my bike chained jumped like it does on regular intervals. “No big deal” I thought and flipped the bike over to fix it.…
Wanderlust spirit
Lately I have not really had anything to fight for. Desiring something not only to look forward to but to actively work towards. An easy fix would be to finally succeed with that yearly book-reading challenge (52 books per year).…