Tag: fischmarkt

үй 6

Been home and back. Searching places for one where I can stay when all this is over. I need to mark the landscape of my body with ink, don’t know what to do to not get bored all the time. Between the two cities, I’m still feeling unrooted.

Cats and dogs are coming down

Maybe if I could write words like Sherlock Holmes 
solves any crime - it would be easier. 
Maybe if I could believe that what I am doing is right.


Even the shadows and fruit and thoughts can’t fill my head entirely. There is always some blank spot left nothing can fill. It is there that all these anxieties are born and they live there all day long and when they are bored with themselves they come looking for me and usually they do find me.