Notes on Destruction

Notes on Destruction 18h

Reconstruction and Renewal - Notes on What Remains

What is left of our nightly conversations?
Does your body still echo my touch?
Do you keep a lock of my hair,
or is it just this pain that hurts too much?

Maybe my name still hums in your melodies.
Maybe not all songs are sad.
Perhaps they soothe the hearts of strangers,
who never knew the love we had.

Do you think we will be remembered?
Though there’s a strange hand on my chest,
and a lock of my hair lies hidden in your drawer,
let's not forget that we were once the best.

Notes on Destruction 1d

Cataclysm and Silence - Notes on the Crash

On Tuesday, March
the twenty-fourth,
a star fell from the sky,
its origin unknown,
lost among the hills—
like his mind, never spoken,
and in that silence,
one hundred and fifty were broken.

On March 24, 2015, an Airbus A320-211 tragically crashed in the French Alps, resulting in the loss of all 150 lives on board. This devastating event was later determined to be a deliberate act by the co-pilot, Andreas Lubitz.

Lubitz had a documented history of mental health challenges, including treatment for suicidal tendencies, and had been declared unfit to work by his doctor. However, he concealed this information from his employer and reported for duty as scheduled. During the flight, after the aircraft reached cruising altitude, Lubitz waited for the captain to leave the cockpit before locking the cockpit door. He then initiated a controlled descent, steering the plane into a mountainside, leaving no survivors.

Notes on Destruction 5d

Nature and Catastrophe - Notes on the End

Nature finds every possible way to destroy humanity,
And I cannot blame it—we tried to destroy it first.
I wonder if our loneliness and detachment
are her quiet verdict, a way of letting us go.
It’s not men or machines, or the heavens we worship—
her storms and wildfires are only reminders,
echoes of Eden’s fall.

Apple trees will grow from beneath the pavement,
But who will be left to taste the fruit?

Notes on Destruction Nov 22

Illusion and Escape - Notes on Human Struggles

It’s easy to get addicted to smoke,
while trying to write words that provoke,
hoping they won't be taken as a joke.

It’s easy to love when you feel you grow,
as the saying goes: if you know, you know.
But don’t forget—everyone leaves, though.

It’s easy to justify the world’s wrongdoing,
lost in the brothel’s ancient ruin.
Is that another pill you’re chewing?

It’s easy to lie with your mouth shut,
avoiding the truth you once brought up.
Now, death’s the only thing you stare at.

The easiest thing to do is flee,
lay blame upon the nearby tree.
But tell me, does that make you feel free?

Notes on Destruction Nov 21

Fragmentation and Identity - Notes on the Remnants

Your quartered body, taken from one man’s hands,
is placed into the hands of another, unfamiliar
with the scraps, the crumbs, the remnants of you.
Surprisingly, each of them downplays the oppression.

On your folded body, there is no longer a scar—
after all, no one would want someone pieced together
from the scraps, the crumbs, the remnants of you.
Surprisingly, you can again become their obsession.

On your public profile, there is no more nakedness,
no bare skin, no naked *******, not even bare feelings—
only the scraps, the crumbs, the remnants of you.
Surprisingly, you can even lose your own expression.

Notes on Destruction Nov 20

Time and Solitude - Notes on November

November has come and I am breathing in loneliness
the leaves have not yet had time to fall from the trees
and each day the sun’s rays fade a little sooner
all the passers-by disappeared into the shadows of memories.

Notes on Destruction Nov 20

Existence and Illusion - Notes on the Now

We focus on distant matters,
we keep dreaming of a better tomorrow.
We demand change from the world,
but our lives are filled with sorrow.
It is easier for us to believe in God
than in another human being,
and that life is better after death—
then why search for its meaning?

Think: you are here and now.
There is and will be, no more.
There is no God, no Eden, there is death,
death lurking behind the door.
God is not to be found here;
a rung is missing from the ladder.
And the world with or without God—
it will pass, be it former or latter.

— The End —