The one good outcome of having a public fight is that it becomes clear where the loyalties of people surrounding us lie.

Luxury is the carrot, boredom is the stick.

Sometimes it is the tension of a particular place that hinders us to breathe in our life, fully. Not each knot is ours to untie.

The entire world, using one chalkboard.

Living a life on intermezzo.

All reinvention begins with a heartbreak.

Fire knows no bounds, only paths.

Switch your stance to neutral, and allow the correct karma to take its course.

It’s a short life for false friends.

When exhausted, leave the battlefield. No one survives permanent warfare.

If there is no audience, there is no play. Yet, one person is already an audience.

Such a beautiful trick of gravity, standing on one’s own two feet.

Censorship is the one true power of mediocrity.

The point to anything can be found at the end of a pen.

Spirituality is not a career. It’s a transmission.

Find your altitude.

Screaming into the void is always a lonely task, seldom lucrative, perennially unfulfilling. Yet a hobby to many.

Solid gold does not corrode, break, or tarnish, but it can (and will) disappear if left untended.

Sitting at a crossroads is my pastime.

Our future must not be written in the dancing halls of our enemies.

The quietly sizzling apprehension of disbelief. And further oblique phenomena.

Unfashionable opinions & the danger of thinking aloud.

Our cyborg brains, brimming with information saturation, trimmed by algorithm editing.

Or how to learn to walk in the dark.

A movement towards silence, within.