‘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

mentally prepared for the world after our global trade system collapses and we pay €15.000 for a crappy smartphone. I will be sewing my own baggy pants and work in the garden. by the light of a candle i will write letters to my acquaintances.

I’m no longer afraid of the aesthetic freakshow that was the 1990s

A spark. We see ourselves, The earth is round, The sun in the centre, And God in our head, Borders on the map, The wall in pieces, Towers on the ground, While the water rises, And then suddenly,

will i be ready to wear my pink scrunchy again in the world after corona? as if nothing happened?

All the gardens are sprouting with flowers All the treetops are bursting with birds And the people all know that it's over They lay down their airs and they hang up their tiresome words

the biggest group of friends the world has ever seen. we will be jumping, and laughing, forever. it will be great, right?