Das Gefängnis
Die Tür zum Gefängnis steht offen. Darin sitzt ein Mann auf einem Schemel. Er starrt auf die Türe.
the illiterate
trying to make sense of things
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Haut
Ich kann nicht aus meiner Haut. Sie bewegt sich mit meinen Muskeln. Mal schnell, zielstrebig, gekonnt, mal langsam, zaghaft, ungeschickt. In meinem Kopf bin ich und bewege sie, doch in deinem Kopf ist sie und bewegt mich. Du siehst meine Haut und denkst du siehst mich.
Wie viele Fehler
Wie viele Fehler verzeiht einem das Leben? der liebe Gott? die Karma-Verwaltungsbeamtin? Wie viele Fehler?
Look at all this
"Look at all this," she said, as we took in the softly-fading summer. "Life here is so good, why would the Germans want to share it with anyone else? Why would they want to share it with us? They want to keep it for themselves."
Außerdem
Außerdem Ist man wieder was Isst man wieder was Ich nähme mir zu wenig Zeit greifen Sie doch zu
Interlude: Is it time?
I'm sitting at home. Beholding the rain outside. Weather has never been as unimportant as in these times. After all, we are all at home. Not emotionally, but physically. Emotionally, we're all over the place. Sitting in front of our screens, we're waiting for
Flexion
Is this simply a farce? A pointless endeavour to entertain the audience? Who would enjoy being entertained by means of wasting their time with a nonesensicle piece of literature?
Reality is a conversation
I might be here -- I think, you are here I am here -- I think you belong here I like it here -- Don't you think it's cold here? I am cold -- They are cooling us Why? -- Because you are here I demand to be here -- Well, they
Standpunkt
Hier stehe ich Stehe ich falsch? Bin ich, im vollen Stande, falsch gestanden? ...
"Faster, bigger, better!" How the human colossus abuses its reward system
We are idolators, worshipping the work of our own hands. We only busy ourselves with work, to be able to consume. We want to have much, instead of being much. Hunger for power, addiction to pleasure and wealth have replaced love, joy and personal growth. Anxiety is joined by an
More
Do you ever put up your feet? only just arrived now you're ready to leave?
Ein Glas noch
Ist das Glas halb voll oder halb leer? Oder vielleicht einfach zu groß? Mindestens ist es zu dünn. Ja, es ist zu dünn. Es ist tatsächlich eigentlich gar nicht das bestellte Glas und es schmeckt im Übrigen bemerkenswert schlecht. Meinst du. Meinst
The bold promise
Summer. The bold promise of the good life; the climax of the whole year, long-awaited with feverish anticipation through months of mundanity and greeted with determined exhilaration as spring finally fades. Once more the cloudy curtains open for the summer sun that not only warms the believers and elevates
Why doesn't it just work? - On abstractions
Do you know how your car works? Or your computer? How the food you buy in the supermarket was produced? Granted that the world is growing ever more complex, how can we still survive when we're clearly not able to see the entire picture our life amasses?
What is real?
is it the urge to feel the need to shiver a desire to leap across the river the bottomless hole of trust without doubt into a soul to revolve around or is it the question that asks for a point afraid that the reasons lie in the void the voice