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,…
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Turkish delight
A few days ago I returned from a couple of “work” weeks in Istanbul. As too often when many impressions impose, I find myself exhausted in need of reflection. This time, and to be blunt, I do not know how…
Tallinn visit
In the aisle a toddler is running back and forth. His face combines an excited smile and a bored frustration (a familiar combination). His blonde hair jumps at each step like bed linen being aired out. Behind him his mother…
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…
Battle spirit
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…
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…