Years ago I verbalised the mental need for something to sweep you away from all your troubles. In dark moments when I lost faith in God, in people and in myself, the desire for an emerging hero took form in…
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Strangers touching my butt, or “I’m so dirty”
I believe that, in general, we should always be open to new experiences. That we should with an open mind put ourselves in situations we have never been in before. And should we find ourselves surprised at what we just…
Pleasure Pressure or The Colour of Cheese
Suggested soundtrack: Desperate to follow my life’s motto of ‘better do anything than nothing‘ I ended up at possibly one of the mediocre-strange of art-music-gadgets show I’ve seen in quite a while. Kandinsky, nazis and model trains in a wild…
Visit from far away
Visiting from far away for a weekend was Mickey Mouse. After the mandatory: “these are the mountains, this is the city, this is pizza and beer and wine and apfel strudel”, we spend the late nights drinking (not nearly enough)…
Like Kissing a Cloud
Suggested soundtrack: Beach House – Myth, Chromatics – I’m on fire For the first time in a long time it feels like I’m swimming with the stream, not against it. Floating effortlessly. Due to broken chains and freedom found, or…
The complex of the simple
I reached for my wallet and quickly gathered a few coins with my fingers, hurrying, worried I would not make it before we pass the man on the bench. For a fraction of second I found myself in the limbo…
A blindfold for things past
A common question is to ask whether a person prefers the sunrise or the sunset. While there is undeniable magic in beginnings, in the rare encounter of a sun rising, in its peaceful gradient strolling the sky, waking a creation…
What doesn’t kill you…
I have come to truly despise nonsense quasi-philosophical motivational phrases. In short they are phrases such as: ‘cheer up’ and ‘move on’; elongated they read: “Every cloud has a silver lining” and “when a door closes a window opens”. Often…
Where no one knows your name
This week Pandabear came for a visit. It provided that provocative ‘escape’ that only appears when you are in the company of someone who does not fold when you whiff them off (‘Trust issues’ much?). For hours he pushed for…
Bitchburning
Soaking in the bath I rubbed my skin with a homemade oil scrub made of ginger, cinnamon and a cheap saffron substitute tasting nothing like the original. It smelled like Christmas. A luxurious Christmas marinade, to rub onto meat before…