since i first moved to leipzig in 2007 a lot of things changed. the city around me is changing its face. a lot of the abandoned places i loved to explore don’t exist anymore. now they are refurbished. they look new and neat and the rents are too high. i don’t like that. i don’t like … Continue reading
i wrote this text back in june 2013 — forgot to publish it for so whatever reason. it has been a year now since i came back from london. i know it’s quite pathetic to say this … Continue reading
1 when we kissed for the first time 2 _ cats like ghosts hiding behind corners 3 _ conversations between friends 4_ everything we ever wanted 5 _ be brave 6 _ a safe habour 7 _ keep on fighting 8 _ the future is unwritten 9 _ how it feels like sometimes 10 _ … Continue reading
between here and t_here i conquered days nights days nights. and i remembered so many things… _ fragility _ reflections _ patterns _ dancing _truth _ the streets call _ there’s a light that never goes out _ my hands hurt because i’ve been cutting moons.
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once up on a time we went on a big journey and found a rainbow gate. we were eating rainbows and slept in a purple prince_ss camber while the sky was glowing in purple as well. we met unicors and other creatures at street corners and protested for the freedom to love whoever you want … Continue reading
When I started writing these lines I was on sitting in the bus on my way back to Germany and we were driving in a thunderstorm. I didn’t hear anything but I saw the lightings dancing over the fields. In springtime this year I found a nice surprise in my email account – an email … Continue reading
all these small travels, all these little utopias, all these temporary parallel universes are so important thank you for the good times ♥
your head is a living forest full of song birds e.e. cummings the archive of feelings lives not just in museums, libraries, and other institutions but in more personal and intimate spaces, and significantly, also within cultural genres. ann cvetkovich – an archive of feelings
my dear readers and friends as you might recognized i don’t post new stuff these days. i have a lot of work to do and prefer to spend the free time i have at the lake / at my roof top / with my friends / reading. i will be back latest when summer ends. … Continue reading
this post deals with losing people you love. The People You Love Become Ghosts Inside You, And Like This You Keep Them Alive. – Rob Montgomer last friday was another birthday of my grandfather he could never celebrate. the years are passing. memories get lost. but there are certain reminders. for example a small pink … Continue reading
“We have to create, it is the only thing louder than destruction.” Andrea Gibson “Often when I imagine you your wholeness cascades into many shapes. You run like a herd of luminous deer and I am dark, I am forest.” Rainer Maria Rilke, The Book of Hours I i will always love the two who … Continue reading
dear strangers and friends this is the 100th post! yay! i am overwhelmed and happy to see how another visual diary has been growing over all this time. thank you for reading / being here. it’s all about sharing stories, places and feelings. i feel like it’s a good place to put all this. scrolling … Continue reading
these days are so full i hardly find the time to sleep enough. most days are so long and full of activities – after such days i am so happy to finally enter my room and fall in my bed and escape in a book before i fall asleep to wake up early and start … Continue reading
a lot of places i’ve visited are on my mind lately. i escape the ongoing winter here in my head. last year in march and april i longboarded a lot in london. there was spring - i did enjoy it so much. here is a piece i wrote one year ago for my zine momo … Continue reading
cross the line with lovely creatures. sala de fiestas. stars were shooting across the sky. how it felt like, the doubled mind. on rainy days the streets are ours. no tengo palabras. liberation, in thoughts. street art in barcelona february 2013 i’ve been cutting moons.
thanks to slig and frie for their help and inspiration. a few related thoughts on neoliberalism and bodies here.