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I can't fly, but I dare to fall, for a moment -- I've got perspective.
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Aug 2, 2025
Aug 2, 2025 at 3:04 AM UTC
[ I can't fly, but I ]
You know it: taxiing, the run-up and off, into the clouds with the vortexes The most natural thing in the world nowadays Right then I am prepared to die, overlooking the summary of life beneath me, slowly erased by the white clouds to a blue celestial void with a strobe light at the end of the thin wing signalling: people alive here everything is fine on board we just fly by
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Jan 16
Jan 16, 2026 at 3:20 AM UTC
Everything is fine on board
Look at the people around me to understand -- the course of my life.
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Dec 4, 2023
Dec 4, 2023 at 3:26 AM UTC
[ Look at the people ]
I just see fragments of my life, only too late -- I understand them.
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Dec 6, 2023
Dec 6, 2023 at 3:14 AM UTC
[ I just see fragments ]
The years fly by fast, so the better you can see -- what the changes are.
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Jul 15, 2023
Jul 15, 2023 at 3:55 AM UTC
[ The years fly by fast ]
We haven't made any gold and are sitting in the stench of 50 buckets of ***** Trophies surround us from the seven-locked cabinet as a battery around our happiness Tonight we borrow luxury for a debt to the future and we drink to bygone days We stuff gnawed bones into our nostrils like jewellery and eat comfort cake with whipped cream The party is drawing to a close the mattresses are ready for after the drinks bath Everything is oh so interesting, we talk louder and louder, listen how superbly we imitate animal sounds
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Sep 2, 2025
Sep 2, 2025 at 4:01 AM UTC
Comfort cake with whipped cream
Books and photos on paper are a fine way of preserving and keeping my life complete - who I have become from my youth up, memories of my family, images of their presence their activities and the places that belong to it, all together a constantly growing mountain with hair-thin dendrites: the mountain of my life
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Jul 20, 2025
Jul 20, 2025 at 3:18 AM UTC
The mountain of my life
The site hut looks like a shoe-box diorama -- with him as a doll.
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Oct 19, 2025
Oct 19, 2025 at 2:29 AM UTC
[ The site hut looks like ]
I leap into the depths and don't fall, in a spiral I float gently, carried by a wave of thoughts, between heaven and earth, between daring and fear, between mescaline and awakening Scenes from my life light up as if I were flying from time to time, place to place and being who I was there relaxed one with myself under a cloud of later knowledge
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Feb 10
Feb 10, 2026 at 2:04 AM UTC
Between daring and fear