6.9.2004 Blue Coast. Saw the sea. Its noise; a dark tone, like artillery, which bursts on the rock. It was so wild, far out, maybe even between Tunis and Marseille storms. Wind, der die Wellen bis an unsere kle ...
Early diarys, 2004
26.7.2004 The little Iraqi girl plays hairdresser for my hair. A mysterious sermon flits over her lips. Your little world. Your huge little world, spun in my hair. (Get a taste of the Tscharnergut in the day care center)
Early diarys, Olympiastadion Berlin, 1998
Olympiastadion Berlin, 1998 Shadow falls on the stairs, which border on the sky. The places, brown plastic benches, die von weiten wirken wie in die Luft gebaute Springhürden oder rostige Haarnadeln, they are evacuated. It's Sunday. There is a, ...
Early Diaries or the Anti-Bridget Diaries, 1996 im Beaurivage
Beaurivage, Thun, 1996 8.12.1996 Write on these trips. The days spent in the lightless. Drive out into the nights; the lights have already closed. So I drive from the lightless day into the closed rooms of the night. Und w ...
2.30 AM (before noon)
A resinous squeak as always at this time. The first roller shutter goes up. shift work, maybe. At the same time someone opens the hot water tap upstairs, a night bath for day trippers, lucky two. Als Kinder haben wir uns in der Wanne als S ...
Diary and #pwME, 9.10.20
You tell me, dear friend and ME sufferer, that you're worried, because I, instead of paying attention to my physical limits, go for a walk and that "Search far", so, better fight / deal with psychological distress. It would be stupid, when I'm there ...
ME-Diary (Lovesick box)
"It is always the same." You said this, in bitterness, when you were gone. "It is always the same." And, the external circumstances of severe myalgic E. correspond exactly to this perception, even a normal family doctor refused my care with d ...
the one left behind
Because I can't look for treasure, I want to look for a sentence. It should roll long like the midnight train over the bridge behind my window: Tdmtdmttdm. And give me hold until tomorrow. The, who find a treasure, sind leise ...
Lovesick box
When I'm no longer there for you, then I don't want anything more. But why? This is just nature and fatality. identity, that dissolves like a mesh carpet, just because love is gone, brings out the true identity? But, and, i e ...
Amour-Box I, re: Children's room excursion
When I was eighteen I wanted to go to Malteland and let Malte deflower me. Malte had a subcutaneous one, aversive Magie, with which he simultaneously beguile-poison-paralyze-send-away-again-in-himself-draw women etc. could (in meinem ...