Kidulthood

grown

Few weeks ago I was walking through Leipzig. A beautiful, sunny day – freezing. So cold, even the air was crackling.
And suddenly… for one single moment…
everything was perfect. No fear at all. Nothing to brood over.
All made sense. I was in harmony - with everything. I felt like fitting in, I felt mature.
Then I saw a fat kid, and it was ...hmm...
...wie gehabt.
Now, it´s just a nice thing to remember.

Manchmal schwingt die Welt
unhörbar im Klang des Seins.
Stilles Lauschen

up

I am so fucking pro!
Instead of doing an internship; I get some serious PR-work. Yeah!
A museum is going to open a new permanent exhibition, and this prospective journalist is preparing announcements, reports, press-conferences, ... Besides, I am in charge of the museum´s application to some federal competition. Suits my CV.

(no haiku cause too pro)


By the way, me is back from otal. Anticipate this!