Über die verschiedenen Betten, in denen wir aufwachen

Hotelbett, aber du bist nicht im Urlaub Du öffnest die Augen und der Geruch von frisch gestärkter Wäsche steigt in deine Nase. Deine Beine sind in dem Laken verknotet, das deine Haut vor der Decke schützen soll. Warum tut dein Kopf so weh? Habe ich gestern getrunken? Den Gedanken über die Anzahl der Menschen, die…

Wie habe ich dich geliebt?

I borrowed a very old typewriter from a neighbor who used to fix them. I was inspired by it to write love letters and about love in german. It also has the most satisfying typeface (I mean LOOK at those commas). It also is incredibly heavy and lives now on this period appropriate table. A…

Über obsessive thoughts – an airtight chamber

A bit of jet-lagged pontification on the topic of obsessive thoughts. Obsessive thoughts are an airtight room with a never-ending storm locked in it. You walk in and the door shuts behind you. The wind gust hits you in the chest and you no longer hear anything, smell anything. An all-encompassing noise is surrounding you….

All he took was one book

This is a story that exists somewhere in the same universe as “Last one off the planet”. You can read Chapter 1 here and Chapter 2 here . This is in the same time as Chapter 2 but somewhere just somewhere far away. There was a figurine put in that spot of the bookshelf where…

Employee of the month: Eldobra the emotion recycler

Hey! I am working furiously on Chapter 3 of “Last one off the planet” but that will take a bit more time.  I hope I can entertain you with this little episode I came up with to make myself laugh a bit during a, particularly stressful day.  Eldobra groaned and scrunched her soft face in…

The last​ one off the planet turns the light off ( Chapter 1)

The view behind the glass changed from city walls to private homes, to vertical farms, to a zoetrope of green fields and ugly shopping malls. I brushed over my stomach. It was still stiff from the procedure. But no pain. My father picked me up from the station. We passed a few windmills on our…

The 5 stages of accepting you are on vacation

Stage 1  Unreasonable clothing and unrealistic expectations Despite the chilly weather and the pleasant wind gust on the train platform, my head is sweating. I can feel my hair sticking to my scalp under the orange summer hat. Despite it being a difficult object to travel with it was essential to my Jane Austen countryside…

Once upon a time

Once upon a time in a city sexy and no longer so poor There lived an ambitious young women telling tall tales with a big dream but no steam So came the beautiful day with the epiphany – if you stop giving a fuck you can fail blissfully Follow me on Twitter for updates on…

Ghosts

The floor made a creaking sound. I like this place, it is strangely mine with all its odd noises. Jewelry disappeared and reappeared in odd places. So I have started leaving honey jars open – I was told that how you befriend house ghosts. “I am renovating my apartment so I am going to move…

über year 5, how we moved to the city and how I ate rat poison

When I turned five we moved from our little countryside to Riga, the capital of Latvia. We moved in with my grandmother (my mother’s mother) who lived in a plattenbau building with my uncle. My father was still going to sea as a mechanic at that time so it was my brother, mother, grandmother and…