my personal coach on how to be a creature demonstrated to me today the delicate art of staring out of the window for no good reason and being content about it

so, here it is; i’m secretly in love with the united states of america

typical radicalised soup kitchen worker

a tall awkward helium balloon creature you can carry around while it gently bounces off the walls and mumbles strange jokes every once in a while

‘i was stuck in an airport somewhere in south east asia and found myself at a sandwich shop with the crown princess of orange and her influencer sister. i paid for their pricey sandwiches because their credit cards declined. i told her not to worry; it was the idea of the monarchy i was against, not them personally. yet as i walked away, i thought to myself, had i not given them enough money in last years taxes?’

excerpt of my upcoming book ‘what do royal subjects dream about at night’

‘It always makes me proud to love the world somehow - hate’s so easy compared.’
Jack Kerouac

these days i listen a lot again to beethoven’s ode to joy, sung by the westminster choir

“And the world was asleep, and the world was alive
And the world was all still and it was dancing like mad fireflies“

‘Home’ by @davidbenjaminblower

the magical thrill of watching a good nature documentary right before midnight

may you always end the day having felt as being in a ghibli movie

developing some small worries for when we can shake hands again and how awkwardly intimate it will feel the first few times

just a couple of germans looking for freedom

somewhere in northern germany a drunken flemish guy with a round face and with round eyes carried a little succulent plant in his hands and told us about how his spanish rescue dog moma used to have a plastic bottle on her face

it is a reassuring thought, that now in the world after corona they’re still trying to form a new government in belgium