Personal reflections on decades of pseudo-nomadism, packing, love, meaning, painting, and generally pretending to have an adventurous and deep life.
Bitchin' and grumbling about everyday topics on the piano this morning. Slightly annoyed, ironic, meandering, pacing, occasionally anxious, arguing, and a bit pissed off, but still in good humour. This piece is largely inspired by the following deep thought: "Why the heck did I forget to press that freakin' button?" (The REC button when improvising … Continue reading The philosopher complains about life to the piano (incl. piano improvisation recording)
This was another internet blind date; in the picturesque market square of an Eastern European provincial town boasting a city hall with an original Renaissance facade; artists trading sketches in the archways of crooked, colourful toy houses. I didn't know anything about her apart from the fact that she knew exotic spices and was a … Continue reading The heart of darkness. A true story about clairvoyance and queer-dating crazy scientists.
Let’s say you are Hemingway. You are sitting at your typewriter at sunrise, planning to write a novella about the old man and the sea. Inspiration hits; your fingers dance. As the Spanish sun rises inspiration ebbs; you start yawning (perhaps starting your working day at 4AM was that tad too radical), so you leave … Continue reading Empath tale of the yellow hybrid typewriter