P-chan's messy head
You can disappear now.
It must’ve felt like dropping out of the school of life after completing kindergarten. I’m 32, in a place where I don’t know what to do with myself. I don’t want to conform; instead, I want to learn to focus on myself for a while. Over a year ago, I’d spent almost ten days living Read More …
Someone once said that if the presence of reality became too extraordinary, our consciousness would seek refuge in imagination. That used to be a straightforward thing for me to do, and I’d always feel much better about the world, the people around me and even myself. It’s just that as I grow older, I find Read More …
Hi from ___. I hope you had a good birthday, although birthdays seem to lose meaning year after year. There might even be a day one day where we will all forget about our birthdays. But at least you have those triple chocolate fudge cakes in ___. To be honest, my heart is not Read More …
You, I’m supposed to write for you, aren’t I? I never really thought about that, actually. Back in the days at university, I was often smitten and did it the Shakespeare way. I wrote when I was in love and would dedicate the stories to someone’s initials and never tell them. You might think it’s Read More …
What date is it today? I guess it’s just another day I haven’t read or written. The scribbles in my journal are almost illegible and make less sense day by day. The sound of construction work outside is flaring up my abdominal pain. The neon lights in the evening hurt my brain, but I Read More …
Yesterday a friend told me that he was going back to university to study some form of management because he is sick of being bossed around. Today I’ve been asking myself if there is anything that I could do, too, in order not to be bossed around any longer. However, I don’t see myself as Read More …
I don’t really know what it means to blog anymore. It’s either the lack of words or I have become too self-conscious to share anything. There was a time where writing fiction was only steered by emotions that I needed to express or release. But as you grow older, you learn to share the wheel Read More …
Personen: Janine, Dave, Paula, Björn, Linus, Melanie, Jenny, Johannes, Simon, Marco, Teja (aka Steffi), Ray Zeit: nicht angegeben Akt, 1. Szene (Es ist nachts und Janine steht auf dem Geländer einer Brücke und starrt kaugummikauend ins Wasser mit Händen in ihren Hosentaschen.) JANINE: Ach, das Leben, das unerklärliche Leben… Wenn man Read More …
He opened his eyes in the dark. There was an unpleasant taste in his mouth, and his throat was dry. The ceiling was of dark colour. It seemed to him the sets of lights had been on not so long ago – in a different life. As he peered to the side, he saw more Read More …
What does it mean if I can’t get Goldsmiths College out of my head? I constantly see myself walking up New Cross Road towards the library with earphones in my ears, looking forward to whatever I’m going to put down on paper. After that, I will gain a sense of relief. I can’t tell if Read More …
