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...
A Portrait Not Taken

A Portrait Not Taken

Some portraits not taken haunt me. A train conductor wearing the magenta uniform of the DB (Deutsche Bahn) standing past a glass door to the side of the Berlin Central Station. Buttons undone, he’s staring between his shoes, moving grains of gravel mixed with...
Two New Photo Albums

Two New Photo Albums

I’m pleased to share two new photo albums. The first, January Juxtapositions, explores the sense of estrangement of a January in Berlin, a winter time after all Christmas decorations get taken down, and what remains is the grey reality of the urban life, a...
Consent for Rewiring

Consent for Rewiring

Do you know why attention is the most precious of our resources? Because it shapes the way we experience reality. Our frustrations, hopes, fears, dreams, and desires all stem from noticing that which we can’t ignore.  There’s this exercise I call the...
Mailman Running

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