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!
8. August 2024 Ich spazierte von Oberschan in Richtung Azmoos, als ich am Strassenrand diese Pflanzen sah und fotografierte, Die Frau des Hauses, in dessen Garten die Pflanzen wuchsen, beobachtete mich, ich fragte sie, nach den Pflanzennamen, sie sagte sie mir, doch ich hatte sie sofort wieder vergessen.
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