Tuesday, February 28, 2006
No transcendence, only pure immanence.
Freedom is an orange plastic bag flying over a purple fence and then caught in a tree. 
Alex was here and London became a bit like Berlin. But my memory from last night looks a bit like this. Remember to drink a bit of water inbetween red wine, rum, beer and cider. 
Withering flowers in spring. My windowstill is slowly turning space into poetry. 
Going into a gallery to look at contemporary art, but then being interrogated by a boy on the notion of progress. 
In a lecture on culture and capitalism, instead of analysing everything from a distance, picturing myself caught up in the middle. 
Writing the name of someone on your hand, just to see what happens. 
Washing white 
Above one of the door of a lecture hall i go every monday, two angels levitate. I wonder what they are rising towards. 
A photostudio somewhere on the street, it was just there. 
There are gallows where I live, now there is one in the living room. 
Blue sky, dirty window. Spring. 
A red and white barrier tape stretched across the open meadow. 
I believe that the whole IKEA concept emanates from the idea of the hot dog. It's the real reason people go and buy furniture. 
Two workers breaking up the concrete, I watched them for the entire time. They hardly talked, I guess there was no reason to. 
Same place, next day: Filling the streets with a forest of individual desires and goals. 
Not quite New York, but the intention alone, oddly enough, makes me feel more at home. 
I bought a dozen of rugs and hoped something would come out of it. Maybe deconstruction is not quite that simple. 
There is this tunnel at the back end of our street. Its somehow reminds me of the unconscious. And it is really rare to meet people there. 
Look - A Penny! 
Coming home just as the sun sets. 
Look up and you may discover a ballet of wires. 
Passing by a major tourist place, quickly making the most out of it. 
A freshly painted black wall, seemingly absorbing all existent light. 
Reading Rilke out loud in the subway station, knowing that nobody would understand me, nobody would care - that's when it really got to me. 
Wandering over the surfaces of the visible world to a confrontation with the unknown, with death and what must lie beyond, in the dark... 
Went to the opening of a なら・よしとも exhibition. He is such an honest person. Kein Glamour einfach nur Mensch sein. 
There are so many different goals in life. In case you still cannot find one for yourself, I wonder if you can just draw up an own. Maybe its just that easy. 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
