Morning Stories
When the first word pops into my head in the morning, these spontaneous stories emerge. Without a plan. But with fun.
My Stomach and I
A Morning Splinter Story Today. Yesterday. Tomorrow. People and their history are turned upside down. Or headless. I can't carry on. I won't carry on. I don't want to carry on. Woodstock is Waterloo.
Emotion
Motion is pure physics. Emotion is purely human. E-Motion is an electric vehicle. Anyone who has emotions — and occasionally shows them — has more than just trace elements of humanity to offer.
eMotion first. Word second.
Those who dare to feel before they find the words for it are already doing quite well.
The Art of Stumbling
I don’t see stumbling as an accident — not when it makes your feet lose rhythm or your routine take a detour.
EMPATHY
I have never regretted my time as a psychological wastebasket. On the one hand, I got closer to these beauties than many other male contenders, and on the other hand, I learned a lot about the innermost thoughts of people afflicted with beauty.
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