She(e)perfect!
DISCLAIMER: I simply wanted to post this sketch with a few – a few! – accompanying words and then I unravelled and wrote myself to sleep. Whoops. I remember when I watched Babe, one of…
Category: Into the Chaos
Social Media Solidarity?
Yesterday, social media became literally a very dark place – black squares all over to show support for the Black Lives Matter movement and raise a voice against racism, to demand justice for the George…
Stuck Home Syndrome
The probably obligatory (and four weeks behind) quarantine commentary you‘ve all (not) been waiting for. Hello from within the Covid-proof walls of my apartment in the middle of Freiburg. It’s March the 653rd or so,…
If you’re going through hell, keep going
Said the very brave and rhetorically very well-educated Winston Churchill. Or at least it’s a widely accepted fact that he said so. Doesn’t matter if he did, the words remain true and he certainly had…
How to decide
A linguistic deliberation on phrases and their imagery. Sometimes my mind goes to strange places. There’s a part of my brain that just refuses to sleep and randomly decides in the middle of the night…
Oh Sleep
A complaint due to recent events I can‘t properly sleep at night – no news under the sun here. Anybody who has shared a bed with me knows I constantly wake up, move around, do…
We have arrived at an intellectual chaos
Clearly we have, because that what it says up there right before the .com. And despite the subheader “Literary Rhapsodies, Bad Puns and Emotional Outbursts of a Distracted Mind” I don’t think I have ever…
We are the best experts on ourselves.
Because no one else can know how we perceive. In a few days, I will be starting a person-centered therapy, aka person-centered counseling, client-centered therapy, or, after the guy who invented it, also called Rogerian…
My Body is a Cage
Fritz Zorn meets Arcade Fire meets The Intellectual Chaos. I’ve scribbled and drawn this during a time I felt really bad. The Jüngling had just dumped me (via text message while he was on a…
Facing your fears: The Snail-Watcher
Confession: I suffer from slugophobia. Not sure that word exists (yet), but I use it anyway to describe my very unnatural abhorrence of those slimy little bastards. Shell or no shell, slug or snail –…
