Saturday, July 31st 2004
From afar,
it looks like any other town.
Beware, he who enters.
uphill -- downhill
back where we started
It's the way that counts.
empty, hostile faces
hiding absolutely nothing
alive but not moving
Sleeping in a town
that doesn't exist,
I listen to the music.
Friday, July 30th 2004
Pain in the toe
driving me mad.
And it's not even my toe.
Nur wer sich selbst umbringt,
kann sich sicher sein,
da
Thursday, July 29th 2004
Just want to lie down
and wait to die.
It's faster in the snow.
Crazy like Fitzcarraldo:
Pushing a bike
across the alps.
Beautiful view
almost ignored
for the path in front of us.
strands of hair
constantly in my face
more annoying than insects