My friend and I left the university to head down town for a minor shopping session. She was hunting a birthday gift for her man, I was in search of a pair of pants that did not make me want…
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Stargazing
This Sunday I spend the evening in the company of The Philosopher. A person in whose company I for some reason adapt myself to the most comfortable state of misanthropy. When discussing with him, I take the stand that humanity…
Workout sanctuary
Last week when I was chilling with my friends from high school I was mighty impressed of the exercise moral of one of them. I once more got motivated to get my exercise plan started and told myself: this week…
Kyuss me!
A while back I stumbled upon one of those music bands that is either the exception that proves the rule, or the encounter that forces you to re-evaluate your preferences. Not having any recollection of appreciating anything remotely similar to…
Electric cable feeling in someone’s living room
“Electric cable feeling, electric cable healing” – A South African guy sings as I sit there in a complete stranger’s living room. I am there by a combination of complete chance and lust for adventure. Not having any clear idea of…
On goodbyes, reunions and guitars
Last week a friend gave me a guitar. One of these friends that comes and goes like summer. Ever so warm, like a short vacation from your life, a place for that brutal honesty that we reserve for complete strangers.…
Wishful thinking
Is there still such a thing as magic? Many denies it, others exaggerate it to insanity, and those left most possibly completely misinterprete it – include me here. Yet I believe. I believe in something that goes beyond our comprehension,…
Sakura blossoms in October
The evening ends in a packed tram train filled with at least a hundred German youths drunk on beer and sangria. Filled with that drunken expectation and excitement that they might get to kiss a stranger tonight they scream to…
Last call for Magdeburg
There are six of us in our little research group – three postdocs, two Phds and one professor – whose professional relationship has developed more into sweet domestic family life.Highest in our rather flat hierarchy is our hippie professor. He…
Back from the New World
I am back in the Old World, back in Europe, back in Germany, back to the apartment that I most recently call home. In my ears my ambient-electronic Spotify playlist is pumping Asura’s Atlantic Child. It is powerful, dreamy, strong,…