pi & anne

worn-out asphalt
a child wets
its shoes

There is a fear in me, nibbles in my belly. I don’t know if you do but I want you to remember it was the time when our stove broke after 20 years. The weather was grey, wet and sunny. This week they said we passed the 1,5 degree of global warming. They decided to kill some baboons in our zoo because of overpopulation. Trump still wants his wall. The comment columns are unbearable: People howl, they shout and slaver in the same old circles over and over again. I numb up. I try to eat porridge every morning,  because rituals steady me. There is a rage in me, day in, day out. I feel relief: many people rinse and rise, straighten themselves, stand up. The protest runs in waves across the country. There is a hope in me. I am aware Germany is just some jigsaw piece. I am torn because I have given up believing in the survival of humanity. I don’t know if you do but I want you to remember… We don’t have a lot of time; this is our time.

politically an ocean swallows the empty can

Five Hundred Miles walking matters

green tea 2 hands the other 1 2 minutes