"Common swift - highly uncertain" says my newest app to identify birds from their singing. I've tried to use the app for a number of times now, but without satisfying results. There are so many variables to take into account: traffic - mostly -, people talking in the office, or me feeling like I shouldn't … Continue reading common swift →

That night we went out on the rooftop. It was late and dark and empty. Since the last time I'd been up there somebody had put a blue gazebo covering what I liked to call "the lounge area". But now it had partially collapsed - its legs bent in twisted angles - and was standing … Continue reading on the rooftop →

There's an empty cup of tea on the floor - but it's not my cup of tea. There's memories of things I didn't do and I didn't say, but that somebody thought belonged to me. Why should I have to deal with them anyway and clean up a mess that only exists in somebody's head? Pitch … Continue reading cup of tea →

is such a sudden action. She's leaving. I left. I'm leaving. Leave me. Just leave it. I'm left to my thoughts and I think that I like leaving a lot. Moving between places, people and situations. Like my life is changing and I have power over it. Not today. Today I learned that somebody is … Continue reading leaving →

There's these flowers I want in the garden of the house in front of my house. When the gardener cut the grass he left islands of daisies. I see them from my kitchen's window every morning and I think to myself that I really should go to that garden and pick all the flowers I … Continue reading flowers I want →

frozen chickpeas in a freezer drawer - my friend Moritz says that's the best way to keep them once they have been cooked and not eaten but I wonder what if there's no way at all to keep things from shrinking and disappearing? I felt the dense softness of water running through my fingers raindrops … Continue reading sensational →

orange I smelled that afternoon. It was early for oranges, not even April. But that smell brought me straight to summer and I saw two oranges, a week later, sitting in the sun on stone stairs waiting to be eaten. A week after that my skin turned orange in the light coming from an imaginary … Continue reading ode to orange →

The lack of structure is itself destructive. There'd be no purpose in trying to understand anything, otherwise. No matter how shallow you'd try not to be, everything would just be gone and leave you in such a short time that you'd hope you would not notice. And in these empty lines you'd try to trace … Continue reading empty lines →

I hear a noise that's not a noise it's a sound and it only exists inside my head.   It fills my thoughts and memories of the evening - the absence of silence, the way everyone wants to be close to someone - the endless movement of particles. I remember lights and smells so far … Continue reading silent gravity →

She wasn't the first person suggesting it, but you knew that if you didn't tell anyone then it wouldn't be as real, and you needed it so badly to be real, because it would mean, in some twisted way, that you were real too. But they make you wonder, what if. What if it's all … Continue reading wonder →