Santa Cruz do Sul, 26 January 2026 I'm writing this on the evening of Monday, 26 January 2026. Exactly a week ago, I got so furious when taking in my usual dosis of information, that all of sudden I turned off my laptop and said to myself: That is enough, I'm not going to give my attention anymore to people I consider power hungry, utterly vain and thoroughly nuts. It is beyond me why I've never seriously questioned my addiction to the news; that the fact that I'm a news junkie never really bothered me. Sure, I somehow knew that but I did not take it seriously. On the contrary, it was a badge of honor. It baffles me that only now I'm willing to see what it is: a disease that turns me into a prisoner of news that I can do without if I so wish. The readiness is all . says Horatio in Hamlet.
Seoul, 5 June 2026 Near Seoul Station, I spotted a side street that, when walking along, transported me to another time, or, more to the point, a feeling of timelessness. Shortly before becoming aware of these flowers I saw what must have been an art class engaged in attentive drawing. No sound was to be heard, only eternity seemed to be present. A rare experience!
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