something shoots through my head


a paper boat to the open sea

the istrian sea in early january 2020


Oskar Schweighart - Fotobuch der Bäume - digitalized photographic plates

Oskar Schweighart - Fotobuch der Bäume - digitalized photographic plates c

ein mensch bleibt ein mensch

Gedicht an die Dauer - Peter Handke - gelesen und erweitert von Günter Mik

He is writing on the typewriter

Jalāl ad-Dïn Muhammad Rūmī

and brutus is an honorable man

ansingen, gegen die brandung - bettina hardmeier, günter mik

we are family

we are still family


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