The price of sharing was paid again – the price of writing The price of thoughts – the price of feeling connected The price of reflection – the price of Being. Read more

So I stand here and ask myself, as I have so often before, whether I want it, why I want it and what I actually want. There is this thing that seems close when it is so far away, that seems similar when it is completely different, that seems connected… Read more

But there are dreams for these kind of thoughts… In this holy world – Aliens don´t become Angels – Aliens be Aliens. Read more

The wind in my hair is my addiction Read more

Why is this so easy for you? Read more

Zu vergessen? Unvorstellbar. To forget? Unimaginable Read more