I feel like no one sees what I see and for the first time ever that makes me feel lonely. I feel like there are no common denominators. No points of reference that make sense. Just a lot of nonsense. And why the fuck is the Emperor still not wearing any pants?!

It's just a smile you know. A simple little smile. Artificial at first. But at the end always genuine.

Put your head down, shoulders up and run as fast as you can.

Have you ever wondered what it's like to be an inner city bus driver? Let me then put you out of your misery and wondering. Imagine that you are Jonah riding a camel inside of a cyborg whale which you control by twitching your hands. And there you have it.

Like a puppet. That's it. Strings pulling and supporting. Guiding my limbs, forcing my head up high. A cage without walls, without bars. Controlled. The illusion of freedom without even an ounce of independence. Shit man. Shit.

Is this the way it will be? Too many words and a desperate need to express myself somehow? No input and a lot of output? I don’t know, but knowing me everything is a fad so even this will probably fade with time. Give it a few days and the need will be gone and here I am again a motionless object in space. Unmoving and dispassionate. That’s me ( Read more... )

I have this project or aim for September; to minimise the consumption of visual media to a bare minimum. I know it's impossible to exclude it completely, unless of course I disappear out into the woods for the month of September and that's just not in the cards (at least not for now). But I can make an active decision to severely restrict my own ( Read more... )

August again, eh ( Read more... )

Not just for fun or kicks or jokes. I am actually a classist. I'm not sure what to do with this honest realisation. It ain't pretty yet I've got no wish to change. But neither do I want to be a narrow-minded little freak.

My fiction is my secret. It's that one thing I am still not proud of. I wonder if I ever will be ( Read more... )