I need my memories, they are my documents. #Louise Bourgeois Over the past weeks. failure was a very vivid motive in my thinking and writing. I am still not done with it. I think, it will go into longer writing projects. But I liked this one and thought, it is good enough right now, to share it here. Also, I made a playlist on Spotify with the same title: If failure were a victory. Enjoy the words and the music. The attraction of empty spaces. In my mind. You are my favourite poem. Between my every word lingers my silence. My silence is the space, in which I wait for you. The waiting has been very long. You have not come. I told myself stories. Between every word of every story was silence, the silence, in which I told myself more stories about why you never came. The stories are easier to bear, than the uncertainty. The nothingness, in which my waiting turned. It is in boredom, in this nothingness, that we no longer can avoid ourselves. A complete lack ...
Lobedentag. Das war als, auch, Programm gemeint, für ihr ganzes Leben. Lobe den Tag, verdammt nochmal. Und zwar nicht erst am Abend, sondern ständig, zu jeder vollen und halben Stunde. Finde Gründe, den Tag zu loben und höre damit nie wieder auf. Create random acts of kindness and closeness, zu jeder vollen und halben Stunde. Lass das die Art sein, wie Du den Tag lobst. Der Blog als Reisebeschreibung Verschlüsselt natürlich.