“You, me, a floral dress and a bottle of wine – I’ll love those night walks forever!”, my witch giggles over my shoulder… … And I blush, as I remember myself walking with my bottle of wine through sunset for most of the pandemic. Recently, someone asked me for a help with a rather personalContinue reading “There is no magic trick.”
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And a guilty one was found. Dystopia update.
Do you still remember how difficult buying toilet paper in the first months of the pandemic was? How small businesses were fighting to survive the years of regular lockdowns? Suddenly flour became rare, because Russia invaded Ukraine, and all over the world the prices for bread and pasta went through the roof. As well asContinue reading “And a guilty one was found. Dystopia update.”
Butter Essay – Or, the darkness of today.
“Time for a dark and bloody thought-experiment?”, my witch giggles over my shoulder in a November night of 2024, because she knows me so well. It has been a while since I’ve used exact dates of the present in my blog posts, because it also has been a while since I used my blog toContinue reading “Butter Essay – Or, the darkness of today.”
Dystopia fault
The horizon is glowing.The days keep coming, in purple and blue.„Is this my Dystopia fault?“, I ask my witch. In the past years, I have come across one statement about the newly felt fragility of life very often, and I have constantly felt as if something about that was not right.So often have I readContinue reading “Dystopia fault”
Midnight coffee struggles with my witch
„I can‘t go there right now“, I tell my witch over my second coffee after midnight „Maybe not for a while.“She rolls her eyes and steals the first hot and bittersweet sip from me, as always. „Why not?“Good question. My witch always asks the good questions, even when it‘s past midnight and I am explainingContinue reading “Midnight coffee struggles with my witch”
Faithless thoughts of a witch
The melancholia of the early days in spring had me thinking about what keeps me going.Or what kept me going in the past, when a lot more good things seemed to have happened, than these days.I spent the spring equinox with a fever and an infected throat in a bed from where I could atContinue reading “Faithless thoughts of a witch”
Dystopia return
I have been at home for the first time in three years.And I really mean at home, with all the people that belong to it.At least those who are still alive (the number is shrinking …). And did it make me happy?Did it give me the same kind of energy as earlier?This positive energy toContinue reading “Dystopia return”
Tomorrow thoughts!
„Are these thoughts ever easy?“, I ask my witch over a midnight cup of coffee. Tomorrow, I hope to see you again.But, tomorrow will probably not be that day.Maybe a day after a tomorrow, another tomorrow. Will we have a tomorrow? „There probably are people that don‘t constantly eat their own brain“, Layla responds. „Somewhere.“„EvenContinue reading “Tomorrow thoughts!”
Tale about a witching romance
“Sometimes, a shadow knocks onto my door”, my witch giggles, with tears on her cheeks and flowers in her hair. “And when he does, I’m glad about my leaking soul.” “I call him my shadow,Because he moves too slow for eyes to see,And lingers in those places where most souls won’t go.I call him myContinue reading “Tale about a witching romance”
Dystopia now
Since this was once my Dystopia diary, I recently had to think about how much my life changed in the past 3 years, or since the last normal winter, before things got kind of weird. How about you? Has your life changed a lot? On a longer train ride recently, I have (finally!) continued readingContinue reading “Dystopia now”
Tale about a distant love
“I had a dream about missing you.In that dream, I missed you oh! So badly, I caught the next train.I caught the next train to you, and as the gray distance was flying by, I thought of your eyes on me!Of hearing your breath, and of all of you … …and I realized how shockedContinue reading “Tale about a distant love”
Dystopia twist
Seeing horrors happening in the world shapes a mind in terrifying ways. I would like to think that it is a shared interest to make any terrible thing in the world stop, or to prevent it from ever happening at all.A shared interest of us as human beings.Insert any horror you would like here.War.Plague.Climate disaster.…orContinue reading “Dystopia twist”
For life to be good
„What do you want?“ Another rainy autumn day that was not cold enough to feel good is almost survived, as this question echoes through my head.„A pumpkin spice latte with an extra shot of espresso“, I repeat my words and wonder why the person behind the counter is looking so confused.„Another one?“ I blush andContinue reading “For life to be good”
The fictional reality of being a witch
„As witches, we are too fictional for them“, Layla giggles into my ear as we order the third Vanilla Latte of this rainy summer afternoon, all while wearing a white dress that now that we‘re among other people more and more feels unfitting.„I‘m wearing a night dress“, I complain. „Or, a hospital gone.“„How is thatContinue reading “The fictional reality of being a witch”
Tale about losing a heart
“Oh, what am I doing to my heart.” … A witch once asked herself,after climbing the city wall,While embracing the distanceOf foreign tree tops and hills,The lights of houses in her back,Welcoming the shadow waiting for her,Losing hold and jumping down,Into untamed grass,Reaching for his shadow hand,Being pulled awayFrom rooftops and street lights,Looking into eyesWhichContinue reading “Tale about losing a heart”
About feeling alive in difficult times
Lately, I have found an almost forgotten joy in being alive again. For me that meant sitting in my favourite coffee place again, after a long time without daring to do so. Carefully stepping inside, ordering a drink to go and drinking it alone in a corner outside was the only I sometimes granted myselfContinue reading “About feeling alive in difficult times”
Manic Dystopia
Have enough of our loved ones been absorbed by plague, war, and the general collapse of things for us to pose as a baroque painting? My witch said yes, so just think of all the pretty things we‘re gonna get now! Just like Emilie Autumn once sang about pretty dresses and hair when expecting toContinue reading “Manic Dystopia”
The myth of Dystopia
Do you remember the meme that made the round a few years ago and was about how our grandparents apparently described their way to school?Barefoot through a blizzard, fighting off wild animals and all of that on their own?Or, have you ever come across this weird saying about difficult times making great people … and,Continue reading “The myth of Dystopia”
Witching healings
Once there were nights whose deep blue was sparkling and was vibrating on that frequency of a wonderful melody. Those sparkles were a warm and cozy orange, and the melody was one to lift you up without ever losing hold. Those nights tasted like ice cream and wine and had sugar sprinkles on them. „So,Continue reading “Witching healings”
Violet and sugar
When autumn arrived, I took my witch shopping. We strolled through a city emptied and distanced. We were not distanced. We were close. Really close. When it began to rain, she giggled into my ear, and we got wet.The lights so beautifully bright, because autumn made them brighter, as every year.We bought face masks withContinue reading “Violet and sugar”
The tragedy of witching
Witches are not real and witchcraft does not work. There are no candles scented with the power to convince a former lover to return, no violet clouds to be cooked in the backyard for eternal youth. This is only one of the witches tragedies. They live in a world in which something needed to beContinue reading “The tragedy of witching”
Mistress witch writes 