How does a time come to an end?Do we really just wake up one morning and autumn has left its scent everywhere when yesterday it had been summer, just as Tucholsky once wrote?Or have there been signs we tend to ignore?The early sunsets and colder nights?Rain clouding the horizon over the fields –Until one tragicContinue reading “Thoughts on where in time we are”
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Tales a place can tell
When seeing a new place, I have to figure for a while what kind of tale it has to tell. Maybe I am a bit more thin skinned than others, but it can actually take me a while and stop my thoughts until I understood what exactly I‘m feeling and where my thoughts are goingContinue reading “Tales a place can tell”
Thoughts on choices
One thing I have always needed my witch for were choices. I had always felt as if I was able to define myself through the choices I made and also had seen my witch as someone without this chance in life. I always thought that she was born into a world that determined it all.Continue reading “Thoughts on choices”
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”
Broken sex
Was this body made to taste things? „I was made to taste a Vanilla Latte“, my witch giggles into the sunrise one morning.„I was made to taste this raspberry banana cupcake“, I respond. Bodies can sense so many things.Some on the outside, like the summer rain in a stormy night.Some on the inside, as theContinue reading “Broken sex”
Who the hell is safe?
Late at night, when the earth is shaking and thunder is pushing the skies to rain down, one may wonder how to be safe. When the sleep just won‘t sooth away the pile of unopened letters and unsaid words, the desire to not feel their threat anymore awakens. Who the hell is safe from harm?Continue reading “Who the hell is safe?”
What is left to feel?
Have you ever felt a hope that burned so bright and was risking so much that it completely absorbed you?I have felt such a hope very recently.It was not a happy feeling, not a good one as such. It was defiant. It meant fighting what I thought the world was telling me. I wanted toContinue reading “What is left to feel?”
Post-Dystopia silence
Now that I have things back to sooth my soul, I have to wonder whether I‘m actually soothing it or simply numbing myself. „No really“, I tell my witch, as I empty another glass bottle over the kitchen sink. „I‘d like to feel things again. Like, anything. And also, I got all these recipes wrong.“Continue reading “Post-Dystopia silence”
A witching question
Learning about witches is just another funny attempt to cope with existing as a human being. Being human is a difficult thing.It shows the desire to grab a something deep inside that defines who we are, while also excluding all of the things that are too terrible and still keep on happening. We call thingsContinue reading “A witching question”
About the instability of things
Living during what could easily be the end of the longest era of (more or less) global stability has an awful lot of things to do with people either not realizing it, or enjoying the collapse of things far too much. To the first ones: Do you remember this proverb about setting things free? ThisContinue reading “About the instability of things”
How to not fail in flames!
Going down in flames is not as much fun as it may seem to a heart aching in Dystopia. Typing these words, my thoughts return to the nice man wearing a silver west over a fine shirt while explaining the model of a candle light and pointing out the 1300°C it could reach, and oh!Continue reading “How to not fail in flames!”
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”
Post against war
I can smell sweat and acrylic paint, and my hand aches from holding on to a wooden handle for a few hours too long. A heavy weight on my chest has eased for at least a few breaths after all of this and I feel a strange love for all the people around me. TheContinue reading “Post against war”
Thoughts and photos in old places!
Old places tease stories.These stories can be full of yearning. Places with an old soul can have this fascination. It is easy to glorify the past, although there never were the good old days. They were just full of different problems that were either luckily solved or forgotten. And still, an old staircase barely visibleContinue reading “Thoughts and photos in old places!”
History disrupted (and a pretty street lamp)
I didn‘t take this photo just because the street lamp looked pretty, but seriously – it does! And I was surprised to find it there where I had found it, and here we have a realization which made me quite spontaneously question my view on history in general (including an unscheduled lecture for the friendContinue reading “History disrupted (and a pretty street lamp)”
Overly dramatic december post!
„I only have one regret“, I tell my unicorn at 4 Am while talking two times as fast and three times as high as usual. „I never had cotton candy hair!“ And we both keep on needle felting our pastel colored hearts to give away for another sad Christmas. „A youth in the 2010s withoutContinue reading “Overly dramatic december post!”
Closer to the past
When there is no future to be seen anymore, let‘s drown in pretty castles, and oh! – Those dresses! Before I started this blog, I was mostly writing science fiction. I never shared any of it anywhere. In my head, I was building worlds with cities made of towers in the clouds under a violetContinue reading “Closer to the past”
The history of a witching belief!
Witches are connected to Dystopia.As soon as disaster starts, they show up and take over the horizon over the hilltops … Or, at least in our heads.The myth around witchcraft as it developed in Europe in late medieval and early modern times was a reaction to historic events which made life appear fragile. I amContinue reading “The history of a witching belief!”
Tale about demons
Witches need their demons. Or, as my witch would say: „Everyone needs a best friend, you know?“ And I know that she thinks of this kind of friendship that lets people finish each others sentences and pass each other by at certain places without having agreed so, because they know each other so well, andContinue reading “Tale about demons”
The upbringing of a witch
„What does being an adult even mean?“, I ask my witch at midnight with a huge cupcake and unopened letters in my hands. Since I grew up in a family that would not let you count as an adult without being married, an own house and a baby at least on the way, I amContinue reading “The upbringing of a witch”
“Buried-alive”-thoughts
I wonder how extreme I would have had to live my life to not have regrets right now. Sometimes, I listen to a song that I would like to say reminds me of a moment in which I was happy, but I fear that it might also remind me of a moment in which IContinue reading ““Buried-alive”-thoughts”
Mistress witch writes 