This blog is about music. This blog is about reading and painting and writing. It is about philosophy. In short, it is about all things I like. It might even be about things I don’t like.
and perhaps You might see me rinding a black horse through a world of darkness
Hello dear friends! First of all, I wish You all a happy new year (2016). May You stay healthy and prosper in Your personal lifes, evolving what is most important and dear to You. Second, I want to give Pamela @K. Phoenix a very huge hug! Thank You so much, Pamela, for awarding me with… Read More Happy New Year
Dear reader, this post is about writing and reading. There are lots of places to write. Some are more comfortable, some less. Some working better for me than others. My favourite space to write is my desk. Switching on my computer. Sitting at my desk, a glass of water or a cup of tea or… Read More A Space to Write
The Award Today, the great and inspired Blabberwockying! nominated me with the Liebster Award. First of all I thank him very much for the honor! Secondly I want to encourage you to head to his blog. It’s really worth it! The Rules Once you are nominated, make a post thanking and linking the person who… Read More Liebster Award
I just now realized self storage really is where you store all your past selves. — Leah Reich (@ohheygreat) June 21, 2015 What an exciting idea to store our past selves in a “self storage”. Even more exciting it would be if we were able to store our future selves in self storage as well.… Read More Self Storage
A small attic. Hovering in semidarkness. A window closed. Makes you feel imprisoned. Makes you feel protected. Makes you feel unworldly. You could leed your life in that attic. You could. Sooner or later you would starve. Sooner or later you would miss fresh air for breathing. Sooner or later you would start to rotate… Read More Evalogy – On a Closed Window
there is a word a word floating floating in the air perhaps it is the word we were made of perhaps the word is whispered who whispers the word? who listens to it? are we made of words? perhaps that’s why we keep whispering perhaps that’s why we keep listening perhaps that’s why we exist… Read More words