12 Months | 4 Seasons | 1 Life. Life is a Story - story.one

Life runs in cycles: shaped by seasons, months, days, hours, seconds. Moments that become unforgettable because they enrich us with experiences that remain as values and, at best, free us from the paralysis of habit. Moments that etch themselves in our memory: like biting into a chili pepper or a hot butt. Memories that flare up and, for example, associate masochism with men. Sensory impressions, nourished by body culture, that grow into flickering, socially acceptable interferences. This mix of impressions and emotions, impacting us from without only to keep flowing within us, creates something everlastingand even new mental images of meat salad. In the midst of experiencing, we forget the fragmented nature of our existence and feel complete; provided that the prevailing code of conduct allows it, enhanced by the supposed incompatibility of our career with our true calling. On the outside, we are one: but on the inside, we are so much more.

Autorentext
I am 35 years old; a November child who, due to being a sun worshipper, feels most connected to the months of June, July, and August. My life: a cerebral one. My passion for observing and analyzing is ever-present. I constantly conduct inner monologues about words, gestures, and perceptions of all kinds. My mantra: "outer order creates inner order"I want to (re-)arrange as much as possible, as it gives me a sense of control. A nice side effect: the multifaceted perspective that unfolds within me as I ponder my objects of observation. In my texts, I put into words the process that flows through the maze that is my brain, year-round and in every second. Enjoy diving into a handpicked selection of thoughts and flights of fancy!