“Shipped on a large vessel of a fish-catching
or scientific explorationatory nature, traveling the icy northern waters, and
what the thoughts are, gazing at the foggy
horizons, hanging over a railing, following sea birds with my eyes… Or an all devouring
love, setting new standards in insanity, annihilating you and me, time and day, the world, the Gods… an all-sacrificing
love between me and a 29-year old red-haired Japanese laboratory worker in the
field of crop seed breeding… Or how my the neighbour from number 85 was found out to have brutally
murdered the neighbour girl from 83, or, preferably, the other way around; who would have thought, the spindly,
pale, blond Russian girl, possessed with raging jealousy and homicidal tendencies… Or
a tale of an experimental program in alchemy, a roulette system, spiritualistic
practices, setting up a catalogue for various garden, cloud (poetic) or shadow
types… The endless reflections on life & being while fishing or cycling, sitting on a park bench or flying a kite… Or a
new job, new buildings, new people, a new place to live, preferably abroad, or on
some remote island… There are so many
topics I’d have been thrilled to have kept a journal about, but apparently –
because my lust for writing seems to be not very great – this does not apply to
this one.”
My own words on March 3rd 2011
in a journal about the state of my soul.
