Archive for Janeiro, 2008
…have you ever seen the porTal?
Why are you wearing that stupid Man suit?
What if you could go back in time, and take all those hours of pain and darkness and replace them with something better?
…the Rhein
First month using the U-Bahn. Always on time, precise and I can listen to my iPod for half an hour and read something on the way to work.
For 72€ a month it feels like it’s possible to go everywhere without having to drive thru the dreadful Kölsch traffic. By the way… It’s not only in Italy, Portugal and Spain that people speed like maniacs. I guess adapting takes time but it’s great to live by the Rhein.
23,5 Exquisite
In a way he was tired of living in a mouse wheel. Running and running only to see the starting line hitting him back in the face. It made sense. While you run around in circles you don’t see the reality, the decadence, the darkness, the sadness. All he had to do was stop running, but that was a choice that would open the horizon and he was affraid of horizons.
23,5 Exquisite
Obviously confort was not there anymore. Safety was gone too. It was not possible to resume the initial state of the art. High end. For 4 days the bed was exposed. Sheets were shaped like a jungle, like the inner chaos of his soul.
23,5 Exquisite
In a way he had to stop. No one really understood why, or even how. The chase was not the same, the scent was not the same. Everything had to do with something different. Out of control. Irregular. It had to do with perspective. In a twisted way he knew about perspective. He had none. In that specific day it was raining heavily. Heavenly rain drops colliding with the sidewalks, the noise that asks for eternal repetition. The sky was darker than usual. Winter schedule. Short days made long. Rain drops. Looking outside the window used to bring some feeling of confort. Repent. While hell breaks loose, the secured and assured soul is safe behind the double glass window. Sins remained outside. But not anymore. The prediction of the already proclamed was once again chewing on the past. Whatever it was. It was arriving. The feeling was there and the presence was screaming from not that far. He prefered to see it as a simple “chill going up the spine” but it was more than that. It was something odd, like a puzzle piece out of place.
