On the one hand, a front can be this bad weather, that pushes heavy air masses into each other. Cold and hot vortices collide. Or it's this gray area, in which something has no validity, what applies outside; a newly created outside in ...
1. August
I touch the water with my eyes. It is still oppressively hot. There is a lively splashing around in the small pool, On the larger scale, the swimmers circle like heavyweights. A child traipses past with a life-sized air mattress ice cream. The most beautiful thing is you ...
To the “Disappear”, should I be the wife of the 20. Century buried?
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 ...
