Fuck, I am in the lowest level of being! Regula and I met at the Day Care Center for Psychos. Day care was the only subliminal offer, where you could work for just two hours a week. Regulates h ...
43 nevermore
So I'm trying to be that typewriter, until the last moment, I still have work for a few weeks, Thank God. I'm trying to convince myself, that there is only writing, and as soon as I fall away from it and look around in mine ...
42 nevermore
Every minute, in which I don't write, I suffer mental anguish. It must be an art now, to forget my circumstances, at least for minutes! people tell me: just keep writing! Or: keep writing! as wh ...
41 nevermore
Whole life was like a conspiracy wants me absolutley driving to suicide, especially the last six years and mostly that last two, Raven. I am supposed to see my failure genetically. In the meanwhile I can hardly see my family because of that. ...
Foucault_Discipline and Punish_Exit_Prison as Panopticon
"A prison machine with a vision cell is to be constructed, in which the prisoner is like in "a glass house of the Greek philosopher" finds trapped and with a center point, from which a constant view both the prisoners al ...
Portrait_Toni
Toni, this is the memory of a man, who I didn't know. And yet we met on the Hopfenweg for seven years. I saw him from my window down in the yard of the house next door, I saw him dreamily sitting on a chair in the garden ...
Portrait_Evelyn
Her ground floor apartment was so dark and stale, as if no one had left her for a hundred years. I don't know her age, she was about forty then. Although she tried all the shops and doors, to keep closed, the ...
