I don’t feel like being creative – and that’s a good thing (maybe).

I haven't written anything for more than two months now. And I feel bad because of it. But also I don't. The reason I haven't produced anything creative is that something happened in my life that took my number one source of inspiration. Pain. Heaviness. "Selfstayed-ness". And that something is - you might have guessed... Weiterlesen →

Broken cameras

I fear that my creativity is now limited to words that need to make sense. Pictures don't need to make sense, do they? They can be beautiful because they're aesthetic. Just like that. Because they don't need a story to be told as long as they please the eye, do they? I want my camera... Weiterlesen →

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