hi lovers.

time is slipping through my fingers.
that bizarre notion that i have to be on the run constantly to never let routine settle, to spend the nights out dancing and drinking and the days in painting and making music and reading and writing papers and going to university a lot and every free minute revolves around some alienated issue that has no real impact, no actual relevance, just the veins running dry and pumping gallons of information through the bloodstream, there's no meat on this skeleton, but a thirst and a constant nervousness relentlessly itching for some kind of productivity. i am devoid of an actual life. apart from the anxiety of not keeping up with the rhythm, these are the best times i ever had.



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you probably missed a smallish exhibition of some of my stuff

l'aristokrassie
bismarkstr. 41
cologne

it was til the 20th of november.

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i also make music. you can get it here.



also here.

and here.