Wednesday, July 15
We often talk about conceited people. Under the crust of vanity, mistakes follow mistakes, their egos turn out to be weak and helpless.
I don't like when my face gets white. Round and pale like a moon. No place to hide. Everybody looks at me investigating my self.
It's not difficult to please people. Agree with them, don't dominate the conversation, be economical with the truth. But when they don't like you it's hard to change their mood.
Anyhow, no sleep for the guilty. People are going to burn in hell for eating out of gold dishes. No, we are not generous.

Friday, July 31
It looks like I was on holidays. But it's just that I met a friend at facebook I've been very close to long time ago. We both studied at HfbK in Hamburg and were sharing a lot of things. Traveling, going out, exchanging our ideas, talking on the phone and of course, doing art.
Now that we met again, we can talk, talk. Somehow, diving into old times, but also refreshing our state of being. Finding out what changed and how life is nowadays.

Saturday, August 1
I wrote to my friend yesterday that I put some note about her on my diary. But she didn't see anything. So I have to make it more clear. For that reason I would like to introduce her more formal. Her name is Birgit Voß. She is now a well-known stage-designer working at Autostadt in Wolfsburg.

Thursday, August 6
Wow, what a nice weather today. I gave myself off. I've always been in a hurry lately. Not that I was especially busy, but I couldn't relax my mind properly.
I remember Bob Marley saying: If you get down and quarrel everyday, you're saying prayers to the devil. So I should stop complaining, otherwise that devil will do even worse to me. Instead I should make way for the positive day. To say it in Mahatma Ghandi's words: They cannot take away our self-respect if we do not give it to them!

Monday, August 31
This morning when I've taken shower I was thinking getting older is just shit. It's like you are getting more and more invisible, vanishing, closer to death. People don't see you anymore. What they claim for is fresh young blood. And you feel it, your body is getting weaker. Your flesh less tasteful. You are unlikely to be eaten. Perhaps, it's just the brains that will be sucked for information.