I have had the strangest of dreams for the last few days. They all somehow involved places I somehow knew in Germany. Most of them featured some real loss of control. As if the reality of things left behind had not been enough of a bizarre beast, my brain manages to somehow create incredible variations of the situations past. Franz Kafka and Sigmund Freud would have had a ball at the party I attended last night. The images were as clear as they were murky. The visitors had tongues as sharp as their hearts were dull.
I woke up to a feeling of complete failure.
gefunden bei Witold Riedel, dem Fotograf und Zeichner. Dessen blog ich täglich lese, und hiermit empfehlen möchte.
I woke up to a feeling of complete failure.
gefunden bei Witold Riedel, dem Fotograf und Zeichner. Dessen blog ich täglich lese, und hiermit empfehlen möchte.
J. Heuter - am Dienstag, 27. April 2004, 19:43 - Rubrik: Einschreiben
