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23rd December 2010

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out of europe

it seems controllable
it seems as if i’m eager to be serious
i am able to leave with no mourning no weeping no snivelling or drama
no listening to melancholy music in the airport
no groundless gloom or rage in moscow
and even when grounds exist - hold back. take a breath. think.
you know, to make that disgusting place a better place
to think of here and of other cities
to aspire (a foolish word, but whatever, yes)


what am i doing here?
particularly not collecting events for you
monday i watched football, me and 30 000 more people
tuesday a guide in museum told us:
if you have mal de mer, wear a cap or sunglasses
and you’ll get second stable horizon
you need it to have something unshakable
and it works with the rest of your life too
just in case, consider a starting point

i want to know my starting point

03.09.10

16th September 2010

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you’d be much happier if you dare

although you’re never able to choose between recklessness and harmony

for suddenly recklessness itself is harmony

6th August 2010

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There is always sunshine
Above the grey sky
I will try to find it
Yes, I will try

My mind has been wandering
I hardly noticed
It’s running on its own steam
I let it go
Oh here comes my childhood
A penny for your secrets
It’s standing in the window
Not out here where it belongs

There’s a fire in the forest
It’s taking down some trees
When things are overwhelming
I let them be
I would like to see you
It’s lovely to see you
Come and take me somewhere
Come take me out

There is always sunshine
Far above the grey sky
I know that I will find it
Yes, I will try

— David Sylvian

16th June 2010

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nevver:

Stuff no on told me (but I learned anyways).

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Stuff no on told me (but I learned anyways).

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26th May 2010

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So, so you think you can tell
Heaven from Hell,
Blue skies from pain
Can you tell a green field
From a cold steel rail?
A smile from a veil?
Do you think you can tell?

And did they get you to trade
Your heros for ghosts?
Hot ashes for trees?
Hot air for a cool breeze?
Cold comfort for change?
And did you exchange
A walk on part in the war
For a lead role in a cage?

How I wish, how I wish you were here
We’re just two lost souls
Swimming in a fish bowl
Year after year
Running over the same old ground
What have we found?
The same old fears
Wish you were here

— Wish You Were Here by Pink Floyd

25th May 2010

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she said a hundred times

there’s no real difference whether you sing or whisper or shout
being single or taken or open, with or without
I’d sell every soul I owned for a key
to the hotel room
anywhere in
unknown
city
to make it my cell
a space of freedom
to dig myself, play myself
can’t stand living by myself
can’t stand the feeling of need for someone

05.10.2008

19th May 2010

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cheers darlin’

I admit, I’ve never been a good storyteller. I guess it somehow correlates with the (in)ability to lie and (lack of) public speech skills.

Nevertheless, I can smile. I can smile quite well.

The best moments and the moments during the best events being captured as camera shots, I start to pay less attention to the desperate will to remember every detail, not only to perceive it visually but to use words to describe it.

If I were asked what made my late spring, I would name theatre. Why talk about loss, let us praise (even momentary) acquisition.

5th May 2010

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tonmaion asked: why not german?

sometimes i lack right russian words and expressions. i don’t even have enough english words. trying to render my life in german would be just desperate. too simple, too poor. while it is not poor.

4th May 2010

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unchanged

May brings that kind of mood when you feel wonderful independency and desperate need for someone at the same time.

We’re watching “An education” and the moment she makes the final choice we simultaneously yell “lonelier! more lonelier!”

Thunderstorm bursts out late in the evening, for the first time this year. Lightnings and warm wind reveal childish happiness and delight in me. The idea of going out in the rain seems really attractive, but something stops me and we decide that being drenched makes no sense when planned.

28th April 2010

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