A few shoe cartons of a lifetime’s worth
Mercilessly tucked in between the red backs of my Tintin comics, the binders filled with my old drawings and the random little tidbits I gathered throughout life, are a few…
Category: Me time
Escapism or a lack of purpose
I haven’t been writing much lately. Inspiration left me long ago to go fuck someone else into mediocre poetry or some bullshit paragraphs of gibberish no-one reads. In her place,…
My biggest fear
I’m heading for a cliff’s edge where no bridges have been built. I worry, not to fall over, but to foolishly stand there looking over the drop. I’m on a…
Strangers, victims, cowards and “heroes”
A while back I was reminded of a past situation as the head of a man I first could not recall, popped through my open door and called for my…
Dr. Jekyll and Mr. Hide: A self-portrait
The moment in which Audrey succumbs to her carnal affection for Agent Cooper he tells her: “Secrets are dangerous things Audrey”, and as the story unfolds Audrey’s dangerous duality is…
Another one bites the dust
I hate goodbyes. Not because I mind change, or for good things to come to an end. New things are always around the corner. At a third of my life…
Patiently Waiting for Rainbow Unicorn
Suggested soundtrack: Years ago I verbalised the mental need for something to sweep you away from all your troubles. In dark moments when I lost faith in God, in people and in myself, the desire for…
Growing Up – or the Freedom of not Giving a Shit
Suggested soundtrack: Somewhere I read that happiness’ name is “it’s not my problem”. It’s a cynical truth and I guess it is the last piece of childhood that dies: the belief that…
Stranger Danger
I always say that there is something liberating with the conversations with complete strangers. The people who think they know you best often take little interest in you or how you…
The phantom of the Operation
Trying to fall asleep on my night flight from Munich to Bangkok, I find myself lost in the thoughts that often return to me in moments when the body is…