In the Year 2097

. . . the Euro will have found its end.

Not only does the fishmonger who'd stop his car once a week at about the same time just in front of the gates to Seanhenge provide us with excellent seafood, fine jokes and lots of friendliness: He does know a lot more. Obviously.

Instead of a Text Message

On the Road

The calm before a storm.

Just grasp by intuition

Nichi-nichi kore kōjitsu.

Every day is a good day.

Sounds nice, eh?

Wise even, hm?

Oh, and it's Zen!

Now that's gorgeous, isn't it? So inspiring, these old masters, no?!

Fine!

And now:


Go and tell that the child misused in this very minute.

Go and tell that the man tortured in this very moment.

Go and tell that the woman being raped in this very second.

Go and tell . . .

Come on, don't hesitate.

. . .

Pardon? . . .  Ah, of course, to these persons in their very special situation this statement may appear contradictory to rationality but certainly they'll be able to grasp it through intuition on the peak of delight while being misused, tortured, raped.

The peace of the night.

Friday is Skyday

Not to bore myself
with trying to tell the story behind
I leave you with what you see

Time . . .

. . . to . . .

. . . die.

Laughing Lhursday*

Would you kill
a spider near the ceiling?

I take a glass and a postcard
and open a window.. :)

* [For first time visitors]:

Typo in the title?
Nah. It's just that I would not let a tiny T spoil an avantgardistic alliteration.

Moon behind Poplars

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Why should I?

 

 

Monochrome Monday

60.

Illuminated

One could also call it waste of energy
and light pollution.

On the Road

[. . .]
And I need the phone.
The phone?
Yes. To call you in the night.
Oh, mother, but you are in hospital.
Not at home?
No. In hospital. For a couple of days.
In H.?
No, in G.
Will sister Gabi come tomorrow morning?
. . . Oh, sure. I think she will soon come again.
That's good.[. . .]

Within two days getting totally confused, demented even?
How do they do it in hospitals? 


Update:
In early morning she died.
25.07.1924 - 21.10.2013
May she rest in peace.

Cherry leaves

. . . while Sunday leaves . . .

Over the Poplars

Looking east

while in the west

the sun is about dropping off the disc.