I am a coffee-addicted, vain, slightly excentric, decadent, outside the box thinking, ...philosopher, lab technician, DJ, event manager, photographer, lover and an undertalented wannabe-artist who doesn't like very much to talk about himself.
I was thrown into this world against my will. At birth I tried to strangle myself with the umbilical cord, but hell didn't want me yet. There are two things to say about that. First: That's probably the reason why I don't wear turtle-necks. Second: There is nobody out there – in heaven or in hell – who wants me, because there's nobody out there at all.
It tooks a long way to get to this point. I don't know when and exactly why I gave up my catholic belief. It was a slow process in which step by step I lost all the faith in any supernatural authority. But it's not a loss, it's a gain. It lacks me nothing but a good theory to close this chapter. May sin be for believers and pleasures for the exempts.
I never took a substitute. Why should I? I'm homeless and I feel good with that. Astrologically I'm a shifting sand dune, bushfire rising. Thus I'm always on the move, somehow. I try to reach the borders of the universe just to come back and fall into an intense physical and sensual experience. I'm searching for a pure spirituality, free of every kind of divinity or any other mystical contamination, but this doesn't inhibit me from getting into real life and enjoy all its pleasures.
I'm into lots of things. Philosophy is very important for me, and I tend to a moderate boot and rubber fetish. No, I'm not tattooed. I love to photograph on special places and to debate all night long (preferably on comfortable places, accompanied by a good wine or absinth). Most of all I love freedom, freedom of thinking, freedom of art, free love, freedom of movement, of expression and the freedom to do nothing. My mind has a huge gate to let in all kind of ideas (and, on the other side, there's another huge gate to let them drop out. I don't want to store every bullshit. Unfortunately, sometimes I lose some important things, viz I forget them.)
I hate the chill. My only fear is to freeze to death. I love summer, autumn, decadence and the smell of diesel oil. One of my favourite places is the driver seat of my car (or of my motorcycle). I also like to be on the seashore, on hilltops, in abandoned buildings and on old graveyards. I love good theories like I love good sex. The first problem is that really good theories are harder to get than really good sex. The second problem is that quite good sex is simply quite good sex, but a quite good theory is in all probability a quite bad theory. Yep, this sounds kinda strange, but I don't mind.
And sometimes I wonder why in such a silly world I can love my life. Maybe it's because a cultivated depression sweetens quite a few dark hours.
Moreover I like these funny little quizies. Due to a better layout they are transferred to the blog.
