Sun, my cells are little funnels, leaning towards you and trembling with dejection and exhaustion. You're not there, slow, migrated more and more since October, ich vermisse jedeneinzelnen deiner Strahlen, die du diesem Ort vorenthielt ...
Other_the uneasiness in the culture
'But it is claimed, that every human being behaves like a paranoiac at some point, by correcting a side of the world that he finds insufferable through wishful thinking and bringing this delusion into reality. (the discomfort of culture, 1929, Si ...
Walter Benjamin_ the work of art in the age of its reproducibility, 1935
'Every day the need asserts itself more and more irrefutably, of the object up close in the picture, rather in the image, of reproduction, to get hold of. And the reproduction is unmistakably different, wie illustre Zeitung und Wochenschau sie ...
#pwME_Vacuum-Diary_and_creative crisis
I've been wishing for an inexplicit language for a long time, a language, to deal with the gaping wound. How should one live with this disbelief of others and especially close relatives, really a lifetime? I can confirm, that the p ...
for Chanel_spring 23
I'm in an exhaustion- and crisis of meaning and can not be creative at the moment u.va. do not write. It may be, that I'm done with it. It may be, that something can happen to me, das mich wieder seelisch füllt, and possibly. ist schreiben wieder mö ...
Overdue corrections to the Manu, Chapter VII.
'Do you know, who I am? Come and listen! Actually my name is Baby-Girl-Dramedy-Diva-Taff, but since I live here on the side of the road, I'm called the love clochard!'
—- Mouse Sacer/Lockdown (21)
I ran across the street with the tub and climbed over the fence. Thick snowflakes swirled through the air. “I talked to people, Mice, about you! With experts, you know. Experts |? Pahh! You say, I should let you go. You say … ...
From my untitled novel———– transcription, that I no longer feel
'So I returned home, back to Ghost City, Place of the haunted and those, who still want to become one. location, there the garden, but solid trees. Was physically run down, Only one Lieutenant Pinson had me like that in my entire life ...
Revision of an untitled novel
I ask, what didn't fit with the title, which overall doesn't fit. You say, it's too pathetic, everything. And, it is not anymore, as at the beginning (Capt 1, 2,3) naughty, ironic, light and sarcastic. The protagonist's voice can no longer sound the same ...
