Category: Story

Will the true fan please rise?

It was a weird day already. A bunch of French guys were in the same bus from Zürich to Munich, all in Lederhosen, drinking beer at 10 in the morning, which could only mean one thing; Oktoberfest in Munich. The city would be packed with boys in Lederhosen and girls in Dirndls, all drinking massive…


Love me…please!

The audience was gradually getting nervous as Black Midi extended songs beyond recognition, almost stopped playing altogether, engaged in prolonged stop-start patterns with satanic pleasure and then, all of a sudden, started the next song without even waiting for applause. This was exciting, dangerous, finally a band pushing boundaries of technical possibilities, song structure and…


Killing in the name of

If a man kills himself it’s suicide If a man kills his wife it’s homicide (actually femicide) If a man kills his family it’s a tragedy. Or that’s the way media usually describe such news. The framing hides reality, makes the story palatable, and obscures the fact that (desperate and egoistic) men sometimes decide that…


Pictures of you

I’ve been looking so long at these pictures of you That I almost believe that they’re real Look at me! Look at my smile, my skin, the twinkle in my eyes, all so young and innocent. When did you say this was?…2019…I must have been…mmm…22 probably. That’s Marta, right, that girl on the left of…


Why no one reads Ulysses anymore

So, did you finally find the courage to read it? She smiled as she asked the question, the young cashier at the bookstore. I looked at the copy of Ulysses I just handed over to her and then back at her smile, still unsure if I should be insulted or not. Truth is I had…


Alone (not lonely)

‘After all, people and beauty hardly ever combine into something sustainable…’ It feels like being in a secret brotherhood, one with coded signs to determine who belongs and who doesn’t. Things that look perfectly normal in the eyes of most people take a whole new, secret dimension through mine. There is no initiation ritual, not…


About leather jackets and hotpants

Music and fashion are not strongly linked anymore. As a result, almost all physical manifestations of belonging to a particular group are gone. No occasional sighting of a skater with baggy jeans or a punk in black leather jacket can change that fact. We live in different times. Today it is more important to all…


So this is permanence…

There is always a truth behind the truth, a reality behind all visible reality, one that no one wants to confront. The dark side of the moon, the deepest deep of the darkest ocean. It’s there, but we actively ignore it. It’s too painful. We rather stay at the surface, where everything feels safe. If…


If a tree falls in a forest and no one hears, does it make a sound?

If a tree falls in a forest and no one hears it, does it make a sound? With cameras, microphones and speakers everywhere, and our uncontrollable urge to record and share everything, the question almost becomes irrelevant. Silence is not sexy. Much like introversion it is at best ignored, more often unappreciated. Not a value…


Bonjour Tristesse. My sad love affair with Tuxedomoon

They say there are no second chances in love. They say perfect memories should be cherished and not revisited. They can say all they want but what would you do if the possibility of meeting a long lost love suddenly presented itself? Would you be wise and stay at home or follow your guts and…


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