Un coup d'oeil

Sometimes i...
Sometimes i..
Sometimes...

Still alive. Still older.
When i m alone i feel different. Somehow unreal.
Especially when i don't look into the mirror, and stop thinking.
Who's there? No answer.

I shut myself down and what appears is what i seem to know about the world.
The first things are war and hunger. I have never seen myself war or hunger. I am not concerned by this. Why does it come to my mind? The world is big and out of control.
Should i forget about Afghanistan and stay closer to where i am in order to leave this state of perceived helplessness? If everyone did this. There is this young man near the shop, begging for money. He's my age. Next time i pass him, i will talk to him. Afghanistan is not my cup of tea.

Synchronicity.

Wann iergendengem belanglos Gedanken kommen.

Veroeffentlech se.
Se hun vlait e rouden Fuedem.

Eng geschicht.

Liewen heecht sech eng geschicht erzielen. Wees ech mer keng Geschicht ze zielen sin ech net faeheg ze liewen an stellen mer dauernd Froen. Et geet net em Wourecht. Wann dann as dat di eenzeg Wourecht di een kann entdecken. Et get net em Beweiser, et geet net em Secherheet, et geet net em Leift an och net em Gerechkeet. Jidereen dee sech fier sou Saachen ansetzt mecht dat well en sech di Geschicht zesummengedicht huet, do en Senn dra gesait. Doweinst gin et och keng allgemeng Wourechten, et gin just Geschichten di besser erzielt gin wei anerer. Dathei as och eng Geschicht.

Entscheed dech!

Should I stay or should I go? E ganz banaalt Lidd mat engem ganz banalen Text. Allerdengs ass daat eng Fro dei ech mer oft stellen an dei emmer rem kennt. Wann ech se oppen stoen lossen, daat heescht net kloer jo oder neen äntweren, tjo dann hänken ech an sou engem Vakuum. D'Gedanken stin konterbont an Widdersproch. Am Freijoer geet daat iergentwei mei fleissend. D'Sonn liicht mer de Wee. Wanter=Daischtert=Zwiespalt=Zwickmühle. Vlait geet dann alles mei an enaanner iwwer sou daat ech Kontraster net mei erkennen kann. Hypothese Hippopotamus.
Deen Vakuum hellt mech dann op, fänkt mech. Honderem leeft natierlech alles weider wei normal. Froen, Froen, Froen am Kapp.
Definitiv ass daat Gefill keen positivt. Net daat waat ech maachen, net daat waat ech gleewen, net daat. Schlussendlech feelt mer d'Entscheedung: Daat.
Do ass et hellefraich Leit ze kennen, dei dann reageieren: Entscheed dech an zei et duerch! Hallew an engem Vakuum liewen brengt et net!