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 plain-looking shoe cartons. It was a long time since they contained shoes. Instead, they have become museums of sorts. Or rather they are like those…
Today I woke up to vivid dreams building heavily from passed experiences. Dreams that never happend in real life but that was close enough to reality for me to not question their validity neither in my sleep nor as I woke up. Still half a sleep my dreams lingered as waves slowly returning to the…
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, the brain-dead nothingness of a purposeless life has made herself ever-present in my flesh. It crawls under the surface as a leech, sucking the soul straight…
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 pursuit for a path that not only feds the passing of time, but leads to a destination. Only, I realise that while time passes whether…
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 attention. Approximately two year ago I was woken up in the middle of the night by a woman’s frightened screams and a man’s desperate pleading.…
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 only bested by a dead girl (Twin Peaks s.1 ep.6). In Stevenson’s book, Dr. Jekyll is haunted by his own inner shadow. A manifestation for…
As though a person in love waiting for a scheduled rendezvous, the excitement of my South Africa trip is finally starting to kicking in. As the new day dawns, this feeling for the future will be replaced by the experience of the moment. The past few weeks I have had little to no time to…
There is something to be said about the mundane. A charm in the nothingness that happens everyday, in the essence that could be described as nothing less than life. For a while now this is what has been my bedfellow; the ordinary, the things that will never be put down to memory: Ignoring the things…
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 lived, my lifestyle has seen to it that I experience regular goodbyes. Some welcomed, others split the soul in two. Waving to a shadow behind…
They are roughly my age. In worn clothes and dirty backpacks they hang like teenagers in shade of the trees across from the restaurant where we’re eating lunch. They are as barefoot as the kind-looking, but dirty, dogs they have with them. Their ‘too-cool-for-school’ body language portrays a desire for freedom through revolt against society,…