The Dull Age

No, I do not only listen to Tropic of Cancer when I feel like this... They so grew on me in the last months.

Et tu Jons?

We went clubbing last Wednesday night to Thursday and I just accompanied them because I thought I maybe meet him. As R. told me he saw him in the crowd and I ran around, searching for him without result, I got angry about R. and went home.

I just got the news he died last Thursday, the funeral is held Friday. 

It just feels wrong. 

I don't know the reason yet. It may sound weird, but I hope it was something inevitable. And not the same impulse as M.'s, who commited suicide on February 14th - just very few weeks earlier  she opened herself for me and I was to blind to see and react.

It's a pitty I usually rarely think about the evanescence of life. What ever we want to do, what ever we want to say, we should do it know because tomorrow everything can be so different. But seems I am just able to remember this when it's too late.

It's the third case of death for me in seven months. Don't know what's wrong lately. Even my cat nearly died some weeks ago. There's no need to mention how happy I am about that nearly, is it?

Good night and take care...

I'd like to paint the walls with...

I feel like some vegetable, which shrivels oneself. Maybe a carrot. Yes, carrots fit me, shrivelled carrots. 

Loved that Grimes concert last Saturday at Molotow (Hamburg). Not only her performance, but also the support act Doldrums. So I spend a lot of time this week listening to them - especially to this tune, "I'm Homesick Sitting Up Here in My Satellite". 

All the people I told about it or had to listen to it while hanging out with me said something like strange music, strange sounds which aren't music or just that my taste in music still sucks majorly. 

- Naaa, I honestly don't see the point, I'm not strange, I'm just how I should be and it's totally okay. With or without the msuic I listen to. At least I don't listen to that Lady Gaga crap...