Twenty-Eighteen

This was quite something. Thinking about it and going over last year’s events, I’m not quite sure how all of it ever fit into one year. As I’m writing this, I’m sitting on a red couch with a piano nearby while the wind is blowing outside, I just had some tea and mini pizzas, and, […]

February 2018

Found What I hadn’t been looking for. 5€ in the street and left them there. Wrote Berlin, Winter (October 2017-February 2018) About my time in Melbourne in Winter 2017 Watched (or saw) The void Belle and Sebastian live Overheard (or said) “You should really get onto teleportation. It helps with so much.” “Another friend just […]

Berlin, Winter (October 2017-February 2018)

There’s always this one day in the year when it shifts, the day when all of a sudden, the subway station is warmer than the outdoors again. That’s when you know. This is the fifth month of winter. There’s not enough sun for all the sad people here anymore. We try to stay close to […]

Drinkable Haribo, wise Sloths, and the truth about Quokkas: November 2016

I wrote “I GOT THE VISA, LOL” (it was a very desperate “LOL” though) Too many texts About friendship “Actually, it’s about ethics in software development.” – “… … … !!!” “I have no idea about Christmas markets. Every year, I try to be out of town before that’s a thing again.” “stoptimezones2017.com” I read The email I’d […]

“No cilantro, please” – September 2016

Last night, I spent 8 hours fixing a ton of broken content on this website (which also meant that all my other evening plans fell through). In that process, I stumbled on my old series of “monthly diary with bits and pieces that are usually completely out of context” again – and noticed that a month had […]

concrete

I keep dreaming in English. I keep dreaming of big cities, wide landscapes, hotel rooms full of light, a room in the south, people I once knew. When I wake up, I don’t know where I am. What’s funny is that, most of the times, I can only stand being in the city because of my vivid […]

This is not a food blog (but here’s something about Pasta)

I hate cooking, I’m a bad cook, I don’t care about fanciness of my food, and I’m definitely not a foodie (although I enjoy good food when I don’t have to prepare it myself). I usually just cook food that is prepared quickly, eat it so I don’t feel hungry anymore, sigh because I need to […]

Achtundneunzig Prozent aller Ladebalken

Ich knete und sehe einem Pizzateig beim Gehen zu. Nachts sitze ich in der Küche, rauche die letzte Zigarette und freue mich über diese Stille mitten in der Stadt. Und dann: Eiswürfel machen. Schweißperlen beobachten. Mit Pizza-Eis-Bauch im Bett liegen und Filme schauen. Im Park liegen und Spinnen von einer Hand auf die andere krabbeln […]

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