I will bury the woman of the twentieth century in the last part? Hm. I have to pay attention. I've been falling for black and white again for a long time now, I've always been very receptive to it. But at the same time I'm wary of it, in no ...
Eclat des Minutes_Landschaften (Eriz)
Every area has its weathered looks. This is a poor one. Lost in forks in the road, cut up by the sturdy thicket, There are houses on the ridge, like little knights. Their armor, wooden, are bleached black and white ...
3004_ To this website_a vacuum_ for writing novels
The problem or challenge of writing a novel is the countless possibilities, that I have; already just, to make a sentence --- But then there are the paths and possibilities----many, many more than there are tributaries of the Amazon ...
3004_”Disappear” quit and clean up the channel
Because everything runs together and mixes: the private/biographical and the few, that I maybe, could perhaps be transformed into literature - it's a pinch of all of that ---- come apart and separate like a resin mesh. Until then ...
Out of my “Disappear” final part
An untold story begins there, where you are already critically injured. Before you have a name, a stamp goes deep under your skin. The attempt at immunization. Keeps seeping there. And henceforth, when someone calls you, later, be ...
Disappear_from the final part_Sickhouse beginning
I. time, to bite into a hard licorice. It is the thirty-first. The rain drips onto the roof of the empty pool like thousands of tiny needles. It is quiet and quiet in the house, but I hear noises. Rattata. A bit like gunfire ...