Sometimes I'm fed up with my spiritual existence. Instead of forever hovering above I’d like to feel a weight … to tie me to Earth. I’d like, at each step, each gust of wind, to be able to say, ‘now’ … and no longer ‘forever’ and ‘for eternity’. To sit at an empty place at a card table and be greeted, even by a nod. Every time we participated, it was a pretense. Wrestling … catching a fish in pretense, in pretense sitting at tables, drinking and eating in pretense. Having lambs roasted and wine served in the tents out there in the desert. Follow us on
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February 2nd, 2024 15:35
When the child was a child, it walked with its arms swinging.
It wanted the stream to be a river, the river a torrent... and this puddle to be the sea.When the child was a child, it didn't know it was a child.Everything was full of life, and all life was one. When the child was a child, it had no opinion about anything. It had no habits.It often sat cross-legged, took off running... had a cowlick in its hair, and didn't pull a face... when photographed.
The consolation of lifting one's head out here in the open... of seeing the colours enlightened by the sun... in all men's eyes.

February 3nd, 2024 04:35
Who are you? I don't know any more.
But I do know: I will no longer be a trapeze artist.
Must not cry. That's how it is.
It happens, not always as you'd like it.
Emptiness, such emptiness...
What shall I do?
Not think any more. Just be there.
Berlin... Here I'm a stranger, and yet it's all so familiar.
You can't get lost, you always end up at the Wall.
I'm waiting for my photo at a machine, and it comes out with another face.
That could be the beginning of a story.
The faces... I'd like to see faces.
Maybe I'll find a job as a waitress.
This evening scares me.
It's silly, fear makes me sick.
Only part of me worries, the other part doesn't believe in it.
How should I live? Maybe that's not the question.
How should I think?
I know so little. Maybe because I'm always just curious.
Sometimes I think so wrongly... because I'm thinking as if I was talking to someone else.