If even once — The First Time The first time I went to her, I told her I loved her. She replied, “Love? What do you know about love? Come back to me when you have had a few more lovers, a few more heartbreaks, then you’ll know if you truly love me.” So I went out…

My soul wears prosthetic limbs — I woke up within the world of dreams, corporeal in the mists of immateriality. Around me was the shadow world — the half-world that reflected against reality, and only I shone real. In this ghostish realm, this half-formed reality, my sense of vision grew a third, for I looked around…

Contraction of Burger Time — Time seems to go faster the older you get. After all, one year when you’ve only lived 10 is a lot more time, than one year after you’ve lived thirty. However, I seem to be lost in moments, events I look back on turn out to have taken place at…

Cuts to the soul — There is a wear and tear to being human, and progress demands a price. Each lift of a dumbbell is a micro-tear to your muscles. Each pluck of a guitar is the start of a new callus. One cannot get stronger, better, faster without pushing oneself closer to the edge…

See a person clearly — I’ve never had the obsession with proving my “true self”. To letting the world see me as I truly am. …

Bitter and necessary —

A necessary part of a revolution — When a group becomes empowered, starts claiming and fighting for their rights; for their ability to exist in their fullness. Part of that process includes reclamation. Wresting the words, actions and slogans used against them and claiming them for themselves. Now, I’m not too old, but for some reason one…

Star Wars Parable —

For a feeling of ‘Nifleich’ I think I’m in need of a therapist — or a German. Frankly, I’d prefer a German, as they’d be of better help. Germans are good at categorizing, at labeling emotions, ‘Zeitgeist’, ‘Schadenfreude’, ‘Blitzkrieg!’ all fantastic ways to describe emotions. Labels are important, because sad…