Saturday, December 12
For me the most comfortable place to THINK is my bed. There I am able to relax and turn negative thinking into positive. Release everything that is giving me pain.
When I was on my topic - getting older -, I visualised old people and how they manage life. I noticed that there is one species of people who always complain how horrible and useless life seems to be, when they are old. The only purpose in their life is to baa. Then in my mind I walked to another type. Those, who despite their old age, have got the charism to give younger people hope for their life. They are capable to give. Those, who are happy every day and every morning to begin another day.

Friday, March 5
When Maren falls in love, she cannot think of anything else. That stupid woman I am. Only dreaming of something that should happen, but probably will not. Anyhow, this love makes life more sweet. It lets flowers grow and music play. It is feeding my heart so strongly that I find myself continously embedded in a cloud of endless something. Something that makes me feel complete.

Saturday, March 6
It's my attitude that makes me find my way through the labyrinth of unsovlved human compositions. But now and then I encounter with surprising mechanisms. They manage to shake my point of view and hijack me through some new realm of tiny meanings.

Wednesday, March 10
Despite efforts not to do so my moral concepts go upside down. But my conscience is melting in dreams. To set boundaries I am roaming virtual possibilities in search of solutions to free my mind. Still I do the opposite. I surrender to a compelling devotion.

Monday, March 29
An incident that happened to me long time ago has come to my mind this morning.
It was some months after I had left school that I did a placement at a photo print company. The chief of the retouch section, a nice easygoing English guy, had a party one nite. He lived in a kind of stylish house outside the city. I enjoyed and got a little drunk. Then the problem arose how to get home. A distinguished middle aged couple offered to drive me home. They had a big black limousine. The Lady was driving and made me to sit in the back seat with her husband. I was sceptic, but I was drunken enough to let it happen. I simply wanted to go home. And, of course, he tried something. Fortunately, I could push him away somehow. Yuk, it was so disgusting. You know, I was just thinking: How could his wife accept or even support such a thing.