the illiterate

Das Gefängnis

Die Tür zum Gefängnis steht offen. Darin sitzt ein Mann auf einem Schemel. Er starrt auf die Türe.

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Haut

Ich kann nicht aus meiner Haut. Sie bewegt sich mit meinen Muskeln. Mal schnell, zielstrebig, gekonnt, mal langsam, zaghaft, ungeschickt. In meinem Kopf bin ich und bewege sie, doch in deinem Kopf ist sie und bewegt mich. Du siehst meine Haut und denkst du siehst mich.

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Wie viele Fehler

Wie viele Fehler verzeiht einem das Leben? der liebe Gott? die Karma-Verwaltungsbeamtin? Wie viele Fehler?

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Look at all this

"Look at all this," she said, as we took in the softly-fading summer. "Life here is so good, why would the Germans want to share it with anyone else? Why would they want to share it with us? They want to keep it for themselves."

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Außerdem

Außerdem Ist man wieder was Isst man wieder was Ich nähme mir zu wenig Zeit greifen Sie doch zu

Interlude: Is it time?

I'm sitting at home. Beholding the rain outside. Weather has never been as unimportant as in these times. After all, we are all at home. Not emotionally, but physically. Emotionally, we're all over the place. Sitting in front of our screens, we're waiting for

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Flexion

Is this simply a farce? A pointless endeavour to entertain the audience? Who would enjoy being entertained by means of wasting their time with a nonesensicle piece of literature?

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Reality is a conversation

I might be here -- I think, you are here I am here -- I think you belong here I like it here -- Don't you think it's cold here? I am cold -- They are cooling us Why? -- Because you are here I demand to be here -- Well, they

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Standpunkt

Hier stehe ich Stehe ich falsch? Bin ich, im vollen Stande, falsch gestanden? ...

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"Faster, bigger, better!" How the human colossus abuses its reward system

We are idolators, worshipping the work of our own hands. We only busy ourselves with work, to be able to consume. We want to have much, instead of being much. Hunger for power, addiction to pleasure and wealth have replaced love, joy and personal growth. Anxiety is joined by an

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More

Do you ever put up your feet? only just arrived now you're ready to leave?

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Ein Glas noch

Ist das Glas halb voll oder halb leer? Oder vielleicht einfach zu groß? Mindestens ist es zu dünn. Ja, es ist zu dünn. Es ist tatsächlich eigentlich gar nicht das bestellte Glas und es schmeckt im Übrigen bemerkenswert schlecht. Meinst du. Meinst du mir ins Gesicht und ein Glas, das

The bold promise

Summer. The bold promise of the good life; the climax of the whole year, long-awaited with feverish anticipation through months of mundanity and greeted with determined exhilaration as spring finally fades. Once more the cloudy curtains open for the summer sun that not only warms the believers and elevates

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Why doesn't it just work? - On abstractions

Do you know how your car works? Or your computer? How the food you buy in the supermarket was produced? Granted that the world is growing ever more complex, how can we still survive when we're clearly not able to see the entire picture our life amasses?

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What is real?

is it the urge to feel the need to shiver a desire to leap across the river the bottomless hole of trust without doubt into a soul to revolve around or is it the question that asks for a point afraid that the reasons lie in the void the voice

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Downward

We are drowning Born into a world that does not forgive Like babies dropped into the water Grasping for straws, we learn to crawl Screaming for help, we learn to talk Trying to stay afloat, we learn to hold our breath Still we are drowning slowly sinking downward in time

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Going up north

I'm going up north where the wind chilps the water blows and the birds flow away

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Mecca of meanings

a forest of facades a labyrinth of streets the mecca of meanings replaces your feelings but doesn't touch your heart

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Grime

There's a house up on the hill shattered windows from the storm plants growing through the cracks

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Weakness

A boy is born. He is quiet. He is shy. Is he weak? ...

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What have we learned? - On Public Education

Have you ever thought about why we go to school? Why we spend a dozen of years of our life going to the same place every day to be taught what is right and what isn't? Why we endure those endless lessons on math, ancient greece or correct

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Nothing to hide? - Why we need privacy after all

Why do I need an umbrella, if it never rains? This sounds like a strange question. Inadvertantly we think: You probably don't need it, but is that a realistic scenario? It's quite unlikely that it never rains on you. But many people ask a similar question

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And who am I, again? - About identity, values and emotions

Life is a pretty huge delivery. Every one of our days is full of impressions, packed with experiences that, like life as a whole, only have one question for us: How will you react? They demand that we show ourselves, decide on who we want to be. And who are we really?

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Determining the future - Does science make sense?

Time is a strange thing. It's like those stalagmites you find in large caves: It's constantly dripping, but you can only see what is accumulated on the bottom. The stalagmite; the past. If you believe in determinism then you believe that there is another peg from

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Why "free will" is an oxymoron

Today's society presumes the existence of free will. Otherwise, how should punishment be justified if I'm not really responsible for my actions? How can democratic decisions be fair if people don't act on their own behalf but can be and are in fact influenced?