14th of February to the 19th of February

This week has been plagued by tonsillitis, but I think I am over it now. Friday and today I was able to enjoy trips to the lake and some dips that were shorter than usual. It’s true that you only really realise how good it is to be healthy when you are sick. I got a lot of things done and rested well. I finished Nier Replicant ver. 1.2247… and it has been amazing. How great is it to be able to fall in love with such a rag-tag group of characters? A hermaphrodite that swears like a sailor and a saint-like gay boy who is transformed into a horrific skeleton creature with the purest of souls. So great! Once finished I ordered two books in that universe and an Emil keychain. Love it. So here we go with the prompts and stories of the last few days. Enjoy!

14th of February: “In love with inanimate objects”

Erika Eiffel married the Eiffel Tower in 2007. Great stuff. Don’t understand how that is possible, but apparantly that happened. What happened too, is that there is a young adult somewhere in Saxony that fell in love with his moped. He has sex with it. How that works I can’t understand nor wrap my head around. I guess when he is polishing the exhaust it makes him happy. There is certainly a lot of imagination involved that brings a two wheeler machine to life and make it sensual too you. This dude certainly has that imagination while I lack the imagination what sex with a moped would look like. This guy is only topped and only because I have seen this on TV by some lady that is in love with a fun fair attraction. I believe it was a rollercoaster or something like that. She brough a little love blanket to her lover and slid under the platform of the rollercoaster to caress and lick some screws. Screwed up but also funny. When someone can marry the Eiffel Tower, then this lady licking a rollercoaster is just slightly less weird. Make love not war people!

15th of February: “What do you think about if you can’t sleep”

I am insanely happy that I don’t suffer from insomnia. Ever. In fact I have the super power to fall asleep in seconds. It’s great. However there has been one night last week where my cough kept me up and kept me from sleeping. There is really not much that I think about then. I do some math in my head to check if it is still possible to get roughly 7 hours of sleep when I am able to fall asleep and when the latest option that night would be. I think about how to get rid of that cough. I enjoy some mint bonbon and look up subreddits that I have somehow a connection too. So I find myself thinking about Shanghai and check what people there write. I check what foreigners ask in the Leipzig Subreddit and I think about the two beautiful creatures that lie next to me and snore with different rythms and sounds. I believe the insomnia driven creativity of old is for people that are alone. It’s almost impossible to be alone with your thoughts when you are with other people. Sometimes I try not to think about anything and do those body scan/breathing exercise and voila, I am asleep in minutes again. Sometimes I try those to provoke lucid dreaming, which happens sometimes but I am not sure if that is thinking…

16th of February: “When have you experienced euphoria and how would you describe it”

If we are talking the show, then a couple of months ago. Great show. Terrible, horrible and unlikable characters especially Zandaya, but great actors and fantastic music that still makes it’s way into my head. Euphoria as a feeling I am not sure if I have experienced that much. I believe my base line feeling is in a realm that some people could read as permanent euphoria. That being said, I believe there have been moments when actually playing music when a warm shiver went through my body and I was on autopilot shouting and singing some song realising that the feeling we project make people jump and dance in front of us. Insane!

17th of February: “Tranquility is unnverving”

So with this prompt I should descibe a scene where tranquility is unnverving without using unnevering or eerie or synonyms of these words. Here we go.

True story. A couple of years into my Shanghai life I decided to go on a silent retreat. A couple of days with friends and strangers to meditate, eat vegan and not talk. So there are already some obvious mistakes there. Meditating has an allure and I do it occasionally. Eating vegan is great too. Not talking is difficult. Going with friends defintely the wrong decision, as I and some of them wanted to talk. I believe I managed half a day without talking. Then it just felt dumb. The instructor was some cool tattooed Indian dude. That asked questions. I liked it but it’s not helpful if you want to remain silent. The food was good but way too little and too light on the sauce. I can’t imagine something more unpalatable as plain white rice. Some of the rice was topped with a little bit of peanuts or something but that did not give me energy. In the evenings after all that meditating and not talking being in a room with 1 friend and 1 stranger the silence hit. A new environment, one new person around that doesn’t talk and a friend that you want to tell some stories and the other way around just don’t make a room come to life. Unlike some monks we didn’t ooze tranquility nor did we grin and feel happy. We were just children holding back laughter at the most inappropriate time. It took maybe an hour, possibly a couple of minutes until I broke the silence and asked my friends if he hates not talking too and wants to go to the nearest shop to get some beers and cigarettes. That happened and our bodies filled with life again. The room came to life a bit more. The stranger seemed like a zombie in our room but one that is harmless. We smiled and talked, drank and smoked our way through the evenings of that retreat. I don’t think a single person managed to not talk at all. Tranquility is best being shared, not something one should hide inside like a zombie.

18th of February: “Playing with words like Poe in The Raven”

In woods so deep in grass so high. My mood swings like a lullaby. When insects sing and birds do cry. I feel at home, let out a sigh. The sun comes through the roof of leaves. The beams touch moss and shrooms and me. On mountain tops the air is fresh. It clears my mind, my sould and head. When walking trough woods is what you seek. Then come to the mountains where we can meet.

19th of February: “An alternative currency”

This currency we used as children. I grew up in the Ore Mountains (Erzgebirge) and there is a lot of greenery and escpically fir tree heavy woods. Playing in the woods and building forts and our little homes to fight and barter and make weapons out of branches we used fir cones as currency. So we traded and played with these and the ones that were shiny and healthy were worth more than the ones that dried out and withered. This had the effect that your currency basically automatically devalued over time, so you had to find new cones to trade with. That was always good fun. Having made a trip to tibet way later in my life I fell in love with Yaks. I think these glorious animals should be a currency. Everything they do and have is valuable and usable. Fur, meat, milk, butter, bones, horns and of course the poop. The poop alone could be a currency. People up there in the highlands often live in yurts or small tents, they even have solar panels mainly to charge their phones (they also have 3G reception there, everywhere at 3500m and more altitude - I am looking at you Germany) and then there are huge piles of brown dry matter in pyramid shape in front of their tents. Yak dung. Material to make a fire and insulate I guess and other things. Why not as a currency. Or just make the whole animal a currency. Like camels used to be in Egypt. In that case poop beats cones.