again

•08/09/2017 • Leave a Comment

The Earth itself is ‘Love’, ‘God’, Hope’. Whatever it is, the Earth was before you and your language. Otherwise it wouldn’t be here, whatever you think of.

Why?

•08/09/2017 • Leave a Comment

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back

•03/23/2017 • Leave a Comment

It has been a long time I’ve been here and there was also this sticky thought like ‘I can’t let go’ but I know now that I came back to Berlin to write what happened in the past one and a half year. As I was going back- and forwards.

against anxiety

•06/21/2016 • Leave a Comment

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anyway, daddy gone, canon gone and nicon too. i am still right here, with whatever, but dragon behind me.

and since i am here i could write for miles for you.

Ragib

•02/10/2015 • Leave a Comment

Maybe it is a day of memories, but it is because of ‘Ragib’ and the book I read that I write . I don’t know why being creative (it is about writing) brings up the question of response. What I have experienced so far is that always the wrong identify themselves with the output of others. It is a complex moment to express oneself and the identification lies within. ‘Ragib’ (or former Kerstin) is nothing else than the sum of memories of a specific person in my life, it is the utmost self. Me. Even when my name appears to be several, there won’t be any other who could write this. Like it is said in my book I read, that being a person is not a pat formula, but a quest, a mystery, a leap of faith.

One word – two synonyms

•02/10/2015 • Leave a Comment

This is a criticism on the german word ‘Opfer’, because it means sacrifice and victim at the same time. Till now noone ever tried to solve this. And with Walther’s death, I remember also somebody telling me about ‘Opfer’. He said: There are creatures born as ‘Opfer’ and they don’t feel pain. This happened in 2006 and I still think about it. I try to understand what he wanted to explain. Was he religious? I didn’t ask. Did he want to sooth my pain? I didn’t ask. After he said that I couldn’t hear him anymore. Why? I can tell you why.

In some lifes a moment occurs between life and an imagination of death and one wakes up with a thick long red snake hanging from his nose to his knees. The pain raises the roof, warps through the body and screams in the back of the head. Still, one is watching to secure the inner world while one side slips away. I am watching this little mouse in my hand, a memory again. Walther caught it in the backyard and tried to eat it with his old teeth, not sharp enough to kill it. After playing for a while I took the mouse, actually to save it. ‘To save it’ – what a paradox. How could I save this mouse, while thinking of its pain and death.

•02/10/2015 • Leave a Comment

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