July 2010
10 posts
forgotten too
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forgotten one
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A thing for moleskines
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A few years ago, i started to collect moleskine journals and some of the city notebooks. Filling them with all kinds of daily notes, addresses, maps and sketches during my travels there. Creating a little book with my own memories of the places i’ve visited and the streets i’ve roamed. And i can’t wait to take them with me again on my next trip and fill them with new discoveries.
Mine might not be like the ones from Van Gogh, Picasso or Hemingway, but they are timeless and a little piece of me.
Out of the shelf into my mind
You are beautiful like demolition. Just the thought of you draws my knuckles white. I don’t need a god. I have you and your beautiful mouth, your hands holding onto me, the nails leaving unfelt wounds, your hot breath on my neck. The taste of your saliva. The darkness is ours. The nights belong to us. Everything we do is secret. Nothing we do will ever be understood; we will be feared and kept well away from. It will be the stuff of legend, endless discussion and limitless inspiration for the brave of heart. It’s you and me in this room, on this floor. Beyond life, beyond morality. We are gleaming animals painted in moonlit sweat glow. Our eyes turn to jewels and everything we do is an example of spontaneous perfection. I have been waiting all my life to be with you. My heart slams against my ribs when I think of the slaughtered nights I spent all over the world waiting to feel your touch. The time I annihilated while I waited like a man doing a life sentence. Now you’re here and everything we touch explodes, bursts into bloom or burns to ash. History atomizes and negates itself with our every shared breath. I need you like life needs life.
I want you bad like a natural disaster. You are all I see. You are the only one I want to know.
Zürich Forch
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arable pasture
I went yesterday for a walk with Sarah to a very close ravine 10km out of the city. We felt like spending the day with nature and escaping the heat for an afternoon, deep in the forest by the river.
The first kilometers of our route was through some beautiful fields, giving this landscape all those amazing colors. Sundays should be more often like this.
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PEOPLE WHO LEAVE HALF THE YOGURT ON THE SPOON WHEN THEY PULL IT OUT OF THEIR MOUTH.
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