Tuesday, January 31, 2006
On the way to work inefficiently at a major jeans corporation, a trainride through the English countryside. .
On the way to work inefficiently at a major jeans corporation, a trainride through the English countryside. . 
Differences between people do exist and simply erasing them may have nothing to do with equality. Its too easy to say we are all the same. Concentrating on the movement from black towards white, start learning to speak grey. 
A neon light is nearly transcendent, you do not see the tube itself but the corner it illuminates. 
Every subway ride in London is a rush hour orchestra of people. 
Fifteen girls with dark blue coats and bright white sneakers running along an endless facade of pillars and fences. 
Epoches collide, layers of time stripped away. The eye is the part of the body that does not age, the gaze always remains the same. Look into the eyes of the horse. 
I guess once you finally own a pair of L-O-G-O pants, you have really said it all - At least everything that could ever be communicated through consumption. 
Taking a hot bath, watching a film on Derrida: "My mind is blank when it comes to love in general" 
...in case you ever wondered what the essence of contemporary culture was. 
Is the medium the message? 
I had a nice long breakfast, with a video piece by bruce nauman running alongside. 
There is a degree of elegancy in black trash bags. 
I really love milk. Is that already poetry? 
I always look straight ahead or down while walking. One should remember to look up more. 
370 meters of neon-lit, white glazed tiles forming a tunnel 15 meter under the surface of the cloudy Thames river. 
There is a sense of purity, liberation and at the same time something scaringly militant about a freshly shaved neck. 
I love the trash lingering after a street market is over. 
This just tugs at my heartstrings. Please never tell me that packaging does not make a difference. No matter how technological, sterile and desolate the world may seem: there are so many ways to put a bit of human warmth out there. 
Handed in my paper. If people judge a book by its cover, I am exhausting that principle ad infinitum. You can always be more cover than cover. 
Pictures surrounding you everyday, start having some affect on a very unconscious level. 
The pure self is revealed 
Back to school. Do you go to school because you are too stupid or too smart? 
I answered them: "From Germany" and they replied: "That explains a lot.." 
At a certain time of the day, if you listen carefully, you can see this light in my room. 
Leaving home, at the same time going home - London, seen from the plane. 
When I am home I am more sensitive to the changing seasons, I see our garden, watch the acre. Through the blurred window of our bathroom, however the differences between the seasons become more fluid. 
My mother's orchids are starting to bloom. 
Actors always want to show emotions, real people never. 
Sometimes after parking the car in front of my parents' house, I like to stay in the car for a couple of minutes. It's a good space in time to think clearly. 
Peace can only be found between five and six in the morning. 
Losing oneself, like one gets lost in the forest. November 2005 December 2005 January 2006 February 2006 March 2006 April 2006 May 2006 June 2006 July 2006 August 2006 September 2006 October 2006 November 2006 December 2006 January 2007
