This one will be chill I promise. I can’t hear anything, is it playing already? Try not to balk at the thought of it. What’s that supposed to mean. I said enough already, may I ask a question instead? My nodding is the indication of a yes, go ahead. Is it wise to care about time? I guess so. Alright… And letting go is what happened; the breaks of the vehicle loosened, and her gaze faded into oblivion. The pitch of darkness torn by nearby residential complexes made the departu

“It all makes sense now. I mean it.” Lila exclaimed, her eyes staring into the clouds below the distant, blue sky above us. Albeit unconscious, she managed to maintain an esthetic and composure that I had to be sharper than a knife for. I blame the government, not her. We aren’t asking for world peace, just common sense. Someone didn’t do his job. Why is she to blame, then? I was lucky enough to hold her; although had her neighbor Tierré not helped lay her into the shade of t

So, anyways, I was saying. The train sped up, slowed, and came to a stop. You mean at the station? It was about a hundred meters away, the sign - on the underground wall across from the window I was sitting next to - said so. What? I saw a sign. About object permanence? No, idiot, a “100m ->” sign. The doors opened and everyone started panicking and running towards the exit. Turns out the train was malfunctioning, and they expected me to stay inside the train carriage until t

What is it that connects people? I engage in conversations with at least a dozen people a day, some of them repeatedly, some of them irregularly. For a long time, I thought it’s pain that connects. A vulnerable look into the other person’ eyes. You don’t like them? Well, maybe you haven’t felt the same type. I wonder what even dares me to think that others connect with me through pain in the first place, it’s kind of sad if you think about it, it’s as if I was reducing myself

Is it the shift into the winter season? I am not tired, but I do feel a lack of energy. Year by year I end up in the same situation, however, with every new season I learn to deal with it better. I took some time off work, and spent my leisure time reading and gaming, mostly. I read Freida McFADDEN’s “The Housemaid” on the train ride I took to visit my brother on Sunday. It’s mind-boggling to me how women are so invested into true crime, because Freida pushed my heartbeat h

Hello, it’s me, And another sleepless night, it’s three (AM) A burning in my chest, it doesn’t go away. Anyways, it’s another Sunday, you guys!!! New Sunday, new me. New Sunday means only one more day until Monday <3 Yes, this is the dream. Hustle it away my WHOLE life. I won’t know when it will pass; it’s only natural to grind life to the ground. Let’s disregard the poem I decided to stop writing two verses deep and instead use my time now to do what I do best: bitchin‘, na

Der Herr Glattauer hat mir mit seinen Werken auch trotz meinem in wenigen Tagen vollendeten 26 Lebensjahr schon viel Freude bereitet. Meine Eltern und deren Vorfahren hatten es mit Krieg, Flucht, und Armut leicht; ich durfte mich Dank meinem Privileg, ein zu 1998 in Österreich geborenes Kind zu sein, um meine Zukunft ohne existenzielle Verlustängste scheren - abgesehen von meinem Handy, das mir als an der Generation Z grenzender junger Mann das Leben aus der Seele (eigentlich

Heute hat ich des Vergnügen, dem Herrn Glattauer einen Meter am Barhocker lehnend gegenüber mir sitzen zu haben und Zeit mit uns zu teilen, um selbst für eine himmlische Stunde aus seinem neuesten Werk „In einem Zug“ mit Frau Petra Hartlieb zu lesen. Dann war er auch noch lieb genug, sich nach den vielen achtsamen Autographen (schreibt man des so?) mir auf die Schulter zu klopfen und sich zu uns zu setzen, um mir die Frage zu beantworten, die ich bei meiner Buchsignatur („Fü

Liebe Frau Jelinek, ich hoffe, diese Nachricht erreicht Sie bei bester Gesundheit und Laune. Beste Laune muss es nicht unbedingt sein, weil ich Ihr Werk "GIER" gelesen - mir hat's ur daugt - und eine Bewertung verfasst habe. Ein kleiner Spoiler: die Bewertung ist so geschrieben, wie ich Ihren Stil empfunden habe (wohlgemerkt war GIER mein erster Kontakt mit Ihren Büchern). Der Titel ist "Grüße an die Jelinek" und das PDF ist an dieses Mail angehängt. Falls Sie mir nicht vertr

Meine Erfahrung mit Elfriede Jelinek's Werk GIER. Wunderschön.