I did the thing. I wrote 100 words every day for a week. Yay me! I decided to publish them at the end of the week (Sunday) as a collection, because who has time to read stuff every day? And then I ended up not publishing. It was too personal. Now, people who know me... Continue Reading →
Die Trauer um Fremde
Ich hatte keinen besonderen Bezug zu Chris Cornell. Obwohl ich Seattle im Herzen trage, ist mein Metal der, der unmittelbar vor Soundgarden kam. Ehrlich gesagt fand ich seine Texte immer wahnsinnig weinerlich. Das tut mir jetzt natürlich ein bisschen leid, angesichts seines Selbstmords. Ich wusste nicht, dass er an Depressionen litt. Nichtsdestotrotz ist mir klar,... Continue Reading →
100 Words: Sunday Night Panic
It's 20:00h, and I'm panicking. This happens every Sunday. I am panicking because I didn't get anything done this weekend. Oh, Saturday was productive, just not in the way it needed to be. And Sunday, today, I didn't do anything. Not anything, at all. No pants day. I need this time off, desperately. I need... Continue Reading →
Gebrauchsanweisung für die Stadt: How to Migros
"For your convenience, we suggest courageous, efficient self-service!" - Engrish, gefunden in einem Supermarkt in Hong Kong Das Leben ist kein Ponyhof und die Stadt kein Kindergeburtstag. In der Stadt trifft man gerne mal auf Leute, die es pressant haben. Stuff to do, places to be, etc. Viele von uns gehen einkaufen. Viele von uns... Continue Reading →
100 Words: Like Father, Like Daughter
He dotes on our daughter like a besotted puppy. We just came home from the hospital today. "I cannot wait for the moment she brings home her first boyfriend", my husband suddenly says. "I will tower over him and demand to know his intentions." I chuckle. He will tower, at 197cm. "If she is anything... Continue Reading →
100 Words: The Duel
Teru soars in crystal-clear tones, belying his love for rougher edges and darkness. His melodies weave furious sunlight into the deep blue sky before blending into Hizaki's more languishing, distorted tones. Hizaki creates his own dichotomy between his harsh reverberation and the soft ruffles and lace of his swirling dress. So dark; so sweet. Separate at first,... Continue Reading →
100 Words: Spring
It's been seven weeks, and I'm still flush with the rosy energy of my new love. What a curious thing! So outside of myself, so far removed, yet suddenly, so intrinsically and irrevocably woven into the very fabric of my being. Such a clear line between before and after! I can never unsee, unhear, unknow; nothing... Continue Reading →
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