Munich, September 2017
To paraphrase The Sugarcubes, Munich is a city that a non-existing Deus put in a bathtub and that is now squeaky clean.
By 2 a.m. everybody is asleep. Since I always forget something downstairs, but don’t want to wake anyone, I walk around in the dark very quietly. Seems like I have been wandering through houses at nights my whole life. There’s a realness that can only be met at night time. It is another life. My sleeplessness connects me to it. Insomnia is my wardrobe to Narnia.
The child said to me today: “I think I’m leaving childhood a bit, because I feel I don’t need you to bring me to bed anymore. Now, I actually like being alone in the evenings. Should I worry? Or means growing up that you start to like being alone?”(more...)
Boston, Massachusetts, September 2017
“ Were we a part of someone’s life when their dreams came true? Or were we there when their dreams died? Did we keep trying to get in, as is if we were somehow destined to be there? Or did the shot take us by surprise? Just think. You could be a big part of someone else’s life and not know it.” (OTH)