Morning Stories
When the first word pops into my head in the morning, these spontaneous stories emerge. Without a plan. But with fun.

Treasures
"Oh, that's hard to estimate." True. Because only once "that" has vanished, signed off, checked out — only then is "that" treasured. Whatever "that" might be. To estimate is guesswork, sure. But estimable, all the same.Serving
Does serving actually make you happy? God only knows. And the servers themselves know. Those attentive people who, day after day, look after guests, ask how they're doing, and eventually clear the table again.
«School Stuff»
School is rarely a party topic. Too many memories of the bitter variety slumber in the convolutions of the mind. School was torment. And mostly without choice.
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.
Going Deeper
“Of course I can shift into a lower gear.” Especially when you’re driving down a residential street. Going deep — depth — is a word and an action that has somehow slipped out of modern life. Probably somewhere into the deep end.
AI - Artificial Idiocracy
Mind you, it was not an answer — Google delivered a collection of possible sources that might have one. Might. I was astounded. And thought: This is the end of ignorance.
Legal. Equal. Equality.
GAL? Could this be the ultimate core of justice? The hardcore gene of civilized society? Could well be – because these three letters, GAL, hide inside many a meaningful word. Is it even egal if a book about Égalité sits legal and regal on the gallery shelf in Portugal? Too much of a good GAL? Well, maybe – but that is not the least bit illegal.
Früh Ling
If a single word can set the entire arsenal of emotions spinning, then those few letters must be carrying an enormous payload of associations. When spring announces not only itself but is heralded by the writing and rhyming guild, many things begin to sprout anew.
Three. And. A. Half. Per. Cent.
"Your story today is political again, Christian." Hmm. True. But that wasn't intentional — there was no deliberate plan to make this story political. Why? Because the perfectly ordinary lives we all lead always carry political weight.
What’s going on?
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