Hi everybody. Longtime no see. I feel like I owe you a short update about what’s going on, especially looking at the fact that I really want this blog to…
A small article about the beauty of body hair and the terrible history of its removal. You get up in the morning. It’s a boringly normal morning. You go to…
Englisch version below 🙂 GlĂĽck ist nichts, was man mit Worten, Waagen oder dem Meterstab messen kann. Es ist ein Moment, ein Wimpernschlag komplett im Augenblick, ein Geruch von Sonne…
The following text is to be understood as a very provocative and very exaggerated representation of actual events. Monday, first day at univesity. Per zoom, of course. Corona times. Master…
Die Maske tanzt, präsent in jedem Gesicht, und sie bleibt bis jemand das Schweigen bricht. Ob einer oder die gesamte Masse ist nicht relevant bleibt doch jeder gerne unerkannt. Surft…
With ice-cold fingers, the fog reaches for the trunks of the ancient trees, shreds of cloud get caught in the protruding treetops. The trees hardly notice the time that passes…
When I was 15 I saw a picture of a girl on social media. She was a bikini model, perfect curves, soft skin, beautiful face, voluminous breast in symmetrical appearance…
Kathmandu, Nepal. In dust, smog and relentless midday sun a father carries his small girl on his arms. For the 5 minutes I walk behind them she smiles at me…
Dear friends, dear family, dear people,
Please listen, I want to tell you something. Something about me and, in the end, something about you.
I sing loud and very wrong to every song I barely know the text. Everywhere. I interrupt you because sometimes I really think that what I have to say is way more important than what you are saying or I simply can’t shut up. I am messy, super messy, and there are cloths mountains all over my room until I freak out and everything is super tidy but then I search something in my closet. I put myself over others, sometimes, and it might offend you but I simply don’t think so please don’t take it personal. In the mornings I press snooze 7 times because I really don’t want to get up.
The white light of the white moon is reflected on the black water of the black lake. A wide forest of pine trees, dark silhouettes against the bright sky, surrounds…