In this final silence, images move closer to me. On a timeline, which is no longer true, in wild confusion. Since around 5 Years ago I stopped, to process. The metabolism of that, what i experience, emotional, menta ...
Diary, 8.6.
Winter evening in June. So finally still, that I hear the ticking of the old cuckoo clock on my grandfather's neck. At two o'clock, at four o'clock, at nine o'clock the grandmother went into the kitchen and put the water on, stellte sechs verschnörkelt ...
the good psychologist
When I became a psychologist, I said to my client: have to clench your teeth firmly, so, as if you didn't have any. But I didn't become a psychologist, but first a head painter, then teacher and sweetheart from my heads, gives ...