Symmetry is beauty. My face is crooked. #nofilter
A 7-octave jump, I estimate. #bathroomporn
Some films get younger and prettier as I grow older and uglier.
Lunch with the Arthurssons.
“Selten” is a cognate of the English word “seldom”, and “Heim” of “home.” Go ahead and ring it, but chances are that no one will open the door.
Today’s issue of the Süddeutsche Zeitung Magazin profiles NPD’s leader Udo Voigt. I wonder what he’ll feel when he notices that the article is preceded by a “Sagen Sie jetzt nichts” of the black man that directs the Haus der Kunst in Munich. A little great detail.
(Re-)Writing a song at my vespertine office.
A star is born.
Old favorites.
Slow day.
Damen vs. Herren.
A stamp-less letter addressed to Mr. or Ms. Moya that I’ll throw away unread, for I’m certain it will put some sort of Christian curse on its reader.
Doing what I like the least in this world.
I don’t get why did the video store guy look at me so strangely when I told him that I was back just to pick up the “Bildschirm” I had unintentionally left. I always forget my “Bildschirm”.
From afar, this cable looked like a street artist’s small figure of a superhero decidedly on his way to the next mission.
You can judge a book by its retro cover. #oneeuro #hinterhof #flohmarkt
Tap the like button to turn it into a sugar waffle for a second.
One Saturday, a few years ago, I woke up so poor that I had to take my vinyls and sell them to second-hand record shops. It was more difficult than I thought. Q-Tip-Records acquired one of my favorites, a single by the Shangri-Las. I tried to buy it back today. No need to say it’s not there anymore.
Somebody cares for me.
My window will face the Glogauer Str. for some days.
