Current status. 😌
Complements: Art history, writing
Fuck the AfD and everyone who voted for them today. You should be ashamed of yourself. Fascist losers. #nazisraus #noAfD
🎬 The Northman

That’s not a movie for me. I really did not care about anything or anyone in this. The story is boring and it’s all pretty pointless. While some images are great, the dream-like sequences border on ugly. Then it has some short funny scenes weirdly inserted. The end At the Gates of Hel is just disappointing. I’m sorry.
📖 Es war nicht anders möglich – Svenja Liesau
Absolut wahnsinniges Buch über das und aus dem Bewusstsein einer Irren. Aber einer intelligenten Irren.
Ewige Gedankenabschweifungen und Erzählungen u.A. über die Leute, die sie kennt oder glaubt zu kennen.
Sehr lustig, aber auch etwas tragisch. Super unterhaltsam geschrieben. Nicht lang. Empfehlung! Man sollte allerdings vielleicht nicht zu zart besaitet sein.
06.09.2026
05.09.2026
A Creative’s Guide to Personal Websites (Zine)
morning
rabbits leaping, birds tweeting,
the sun rising, hills welcoming,
breeze blowing, paths winding,
potential painting, colours calming:
skies awakening, day breaking.
May 2026
six strings
six strings
sit still
song soon.
autumn, winter
colours shimmering,
sun lowering.
leaves leaving,
seasons deepening.
trees lightening:
branches preparing.
winds cooling,
time wintering.
I wrote this poem with reference to a series of key words in the first edition of Planet Persephone's Go Offline zine. I used "lightening", "time", "shimmer", "colour", "deep", "leaves", "wind", and "winter".
02.09.2026
There was no moonlight tonight.
There was no moonlight tonight. Paris was left to dream of soft romantic hues radiating from the far away icy sphere that glows with celestial fervour. She was left to wonder what it would be like for the hopeful trees to be tinged with silver and white and flutter slowly with the cool, ethereal breeze of night. She was left to imagine hours where the near and distant skies were cloudless, where beaming stars gracefully dotted the heavens with eternally flickering, beautiful sights. There was, after all, moonlight – and stars – tonight. The soothing, quiet, gentle glow, was – is – always inside.
This story is written in the "Drabble" form that I first learned from Juhis.
