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The Bystander
I’m in a strange mood. I seem to have lost perspective. The past is hidden in a cloud of coloured dust. I know there are beautiful things in it, but I can’t make them out, can’t even name the colours anymore. A paradise lost in the noise, confusion and silent desperation of the present. The…
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Unfinished Business
Going through my notebook entries from the last few months. A heap of information, inspiration and introspection. Lots of story ideas. One is about a middle-aged divorced man who goes into the bathroom one morning and finds a sardine in his soap net. Another very random one: create a story that contains all the words…
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Die Wand
Kurze Atempause. Nachdenken. Den Efeublättern im Hinterhof dabei zusehen, wie sie vom Wind zerzaust werden. Tee und Kaffee trinken. Hin und wieder eine Zigarette rauchen, die nach jüngsten Studien das Leben um 20 Minuten verkürzt. Presse schauen. Ein Wald in Uganda, in dem sich unzählige Viren tummeln und darauf warten, die nächste Pandemie auszulösen. Eine…
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Twenty-four hours
Don’t be ungrateful. You’ve had about 24 hours, perhaps a bit less, of what ‘normal’ people have most of the time: the opportunity to take the day as it comes, without pain or blurriness or the constant sense of being everywhere and nowhere — least of all in the present situation — without fear of…
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After the skirmishes
Today wasn’t so bad. A few minor skirmishes that didn’t turn out the way I wished (why do I still have expectations, why do I still hope for some – most likely – illusory outcome?). But the war isn’t lost yet. The problem is that I don’t know what the war is about anymore. Life, like…
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Regardless
Another day, another dollar. I did my duty, listened to others, provided more or less valuable input (probably less), made decisions because I had to and pretended that I knew what I was doing. What will remain of that day? I feel that the things that would have made it special or worthy of remembering,…
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Tomorrow I’ll be fine
Oh well. Well, well, well. What should I write about? The state of the world? Boring. The state of myself? Equally boring. My postcard collection? Perhaps. I can get quite enthusiastic about it. But then I wonder if others would be able and willing to follow me far into the depths of that particular subject.…
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Women’s Hour
Sitting through a Q&A with a literary agent. At some point I notice that the vast majority of the aspiring authors are female. Seventy, to be precise. Only six men. I ask the agent about the gender ratio of the authors represented by her agency. She doesn’t know. The future of books, it seems, is…
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Frauen sind wie Sahnetorten
Mein Freund S. ist seit kurzem wieder mal solo. Was dazu führt, dass ich in den Genuss komme, mir Binsenweisheiten über das weibliche Geschlecht anhören zu dürfen. Neulich postulierte er nach drei Hopfenkaltschalen: „Frauen sind wie Sahnetorten. Schön anzuschauen und zuckersüß. Aber wenn man zu viel davon isst, verdirbt man sich den Magen.“ Was zu…
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Claudia hat nen Schäferhund
Die morgendliche Presseschau förderte drei interessante „Learnings“ zutage: 1.) Neben seinen zahlreichen anderen Verpflichtungen leitete Albert Speer auch das Amt „Schönheit der Arbeit“. Was die Frage aufwirft, ob die Namensähnlichkeit zum „Amt für politische Schönheit“ zufällig ist. 2.) Das – natürlich sehr komplexe und regional vielfältige – deutsche Wasserrecht teilt Gewässer in „Ordnungen“ ein. Je…
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