Shoes

Shoes

Unable to look forward, too hurt to look back. But what strength is there to find at the shabby tips of my shoes? Social media take away more than they offer. That’s why I rely on word of mouth to share my work. If you enjoyed the read or connected with the...
Not Enough Yoghurt in This World

Not Enough Yoghurt in This World

Eat yogurt. Exercise. Avoid drinking and weed unless it’s sativa-dominant. Give it time. Be good to yourself. Don’t be on your own. Find a new hobby. Write a book about what you’ve been through. This is the best moment to produce good work. Go on...
Out of Thin Air

Out of Thin Air

How do you untangle twenty years of a relationship and five years of trauma from your mind? Especially if the choice to part ways was not yours? Memories of the moments past haunt you like ghosts. Objects light as a sheet of paper become impossible to lift or touch....
Spilled Milk

Spilled Milk

Most mornings, after finishing my meditation, I move to the kitchen to have my morning mix of different cereals. A little bit of everything from various boxes, with raisins thrown in the mix. On the fateful day of the 13th of July, my ritual hit a snag. No milk in the...
Connection

Connection

In search of stillness, in search of light. In search of meaning. More and more, I ask myself: Why did I take this fucking picture?  Really, a chair in a downtown macdonalds, a glint of light on heated-up stone squares on a train platform, with gravel glistening...
In Search of Stillness

In Search of Stillness

A whole month has tumbled past at a breakneck pace. Unlike me at the Berlin half-marathon. There I just tumbled forward, slower and slower, watching the tunnel of people in front of me extend to infinity as they passed me. No matter. I finished the run and could even...
March Mystifications

March Mystifications

There are periods in life when days become a slideshow. Too fast to keep up. Too many to process. Rattle-rattle-click, rattle-click, click-click. The air tastes of dust roasted on the lamp of the projector, and—instead of pictures—all you see is the creamy...
Mailman Running

Have a Think

Stories and photography for chronic overthinkers.

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