I like to dream at night and remember it the next morning, I like to live in the shadow area between reality and my own reality. Maybe I am a realistic dreamer. The never ending chain of (ir)relevant thoughs make me sleepy. Evrything that moves destracts me.
I like to watch things that move in the wind. I like to look at abstract lines and the curve of people their nose.
I lose myself in details while keeping oversight.
I like giving well packed gifts and hugging my close friends. I like soft wool, clean cuts and my bed. My favorite color is petrol. My bedroom is painted petrol and folded airplanes fly over the walls, while little spirits watch them silently.
Too much curiousity killed the cat several times. same old same old. I have a lot of books and like to collect thing to feul my bad tast. Coffee is horrible but I love every thing with a coffee tast.
cafe Jelineck in Vienna is the most beautifull cafe in the world. I like to eat pie there. Plus I like people who can talk and listen. I like a clean chaos, getting up early, go to bed on time, white coconut chocolate. I collect old envelopes to use them again. I buy expensive kitchen appliences and get emotionally attatched to them.
I have no sense of time or of the direction of the world, but I have an old spirit filled with a certain wisdom. Polaroid pictures are nice. Things to organice other things are handy. I like hats and wigs. I like being me. Things that are old and made of wood make me emotional.
I've already met my other me, in the subway of the mirror world. To fill up the other gap some creative people who like eating would be nice (or are my standards now to high?).
Goethes Erben, goldfrapp, skinny puppy, iliketrains, bat for lashes, NIN, kaizers orchestra, the knife, white / rob Zombie, wiener sanger knaben, traditional egyptian music, boudewijn de groot, Amr Diab and offcourse my friends doing karaoke.
my all time favorites; "Alice" by the horrific Jan svankmajer with his devine puppets and talking socks. The black and white "Institute Benjamenta" by the twin brothers Quay. "Tenshi no tamago" pulls me in amano's world of 80's art-noveau sci-fi and slender men.The story which makes me blush is "palindromes" by Todd Solondz. The complete trash of "After the fall of New york" makes me smile. My Japanese obsession craves for movies by takeshi kitano and hayao miyazaki. My childhood is constructed upon "the dark crystal" and "legend".
no thanks, it is tv turnoff century in my world.
everything from Isabel Allende to Hakuri Murakami. As long as it is a realistic dream. Or dreaming in reality.