20th of February to the 26th of February

Hello, world and readership. It’s been a good week. Fairly normal. After 10 days of antibiotics still have a bit of a cough and a slightly hurt throat remains. But that is life. Apparently, there is a respiratory and scarlet fever pandemic. One with grown-ups, the other with kids mainly. But again it was a good week. I was able to test out an all-new comedy set and play some video games. Journey was fantastic and it was great to climb a mountain with a random stranger that just communicated with a three- or four-tone singing prompt. So here are the writing prompts until today.

20th of February: “Bible-inspired writing”

To everything, there is a season I thought when putting some spice on my potatoes and beets in the cast iron. For things like potatoes, leeks and onions it is mostly salt, pepper, chillies and Maggi. I am rarely at my wit’s end when it comes to cooking. If I would partake in a leftover cooking show I would probably end up somewhere up there with the finalists. Often times the blind lead the blind when it comes to cooking. You get passed down from your parents what you should be able to cook. In case they are blind one had to rely on other senses.

21st of February: “Dream house entry door entryway”

I believe the door to my dream house would be a dark green or more preferably red. It’s a heavy door with a couple of windows in a rainbow-like shape. It’s heavy and hefty but invites you and lovely people in. When you step throug that door you get greeted by lovely plants that envelope the entry way in a green you can find in the jungles of earth and light from the window upstairs greets you like a happy dog waiting for you to come home after work. Some wooden furniture pieces have space for everything that you want to leave behind for a while. Like shoes, your coat and bad feeligns that you might have dragged in but left on the doormat that comes without a live, laugh and love embroidery.

22nd of February: “Famous last words”

“I turned the electricty off” often has to suffice as a famous last sentence for electricians. I also heard “Covid is not real” from some dumb-dumbs that then died from the disease. However the one last sentence that just sreams badass is “chew on this!” by the main bad guy from Dawn of the Dead. How cool would it be if we were sane enough and badass enough to hout something when we know everything is about to end. “I regret nothing” is something we should strife towards. Be nice, live, laugh and love then we might get to that point.

23rd of February: “It was never supposed to be that way…”

… there are only so many times that one can get away with lying. Lying about their second life. The whole family they raise when you believe they are on work trips. The strands of hair that you find in the family car that are from work colleagues. The whiffs of unknown perfume that you get after he comes home from the gym. The bank cards that bend the wallet out of shape and the one card he only uses for the weekly trips to the super market. The late night calls and texts that make the phone vibrate when the rest of the family is sleeping. The phone protection screen that lets you only see what is on the display from a certain angle. It was never supposed to be that way. But now that he is gone two families have a deeper understanding of what one is capable and they can pass on what was good about life. About their life and share it with the newly discoverd family. That was never supposed to be that way, but we can grow closer or chose to ignore the signs.

24th of February: “Busyness the modern affliction”

Germans do love to appear busy. Often they even are. But for no reason. In my early twenties I was slightly enamoured with succesful people. Their idea of hustling and living a better life. We can all achieve anyhting if we just want it enough and being busy is just what you have to do. Make another call for your business instead of talking to family or friends. How much is your hour of time worth? Last week I had a TikTok shown to me by the almighty busy algorhtym that showed some middle-aged-white-cis-twat that once you earn more per hour than it would cost to clean your appartment you should just hire someone and work on your business. Fuck that! That sort of busyness, hustle and false prophecy by all the wannebe Tonny Robbins that just sell you their pyramid-scheme is everything wrong with the pursuit of wealth and power. Busyness is just that. Busyness. You can be that but don’t be busy all the time. Take breaks. Take breaths and do what makes you happy. If that makes you busy at times, then so be it. But if it consumes you then you should overthink your priorities. I take 2 hours with family and friends over being busy with some hustle that just fills the wallet.

25th of February: “A logic puzzle”

Oh my lord! I am not good at this. You know that story with the car crash where the dad in the car died and the kid comes badly hurt into intensive care and the doctor says I can’t operate him/her because this is my kid? It never made sense to me. Of course it was the mother and I can’t for the life of me read into that that the Mom can’t be doctor. If there is not sufficient context provided I usually am not able to figure out logic puzzles. This often happens in games. Or sometimes my wife googles some riddles and riddles me with riddler questions and then I usually fail. So here is one for you: What is blue and smells like red paint? … … … blue paint. I would have gotten that one I tell you!

26th of February: “Sneakers on a telephone wire”

The first time I have seen shoes with their laces thrown over a telephone wire was in the phantastic Tim Burton movie Big Fish. That movie never fails to make me cry. I kind of forgot why they throw them in the film. I think it is to leave something of their old world behind. I have seen sneakers up in trees or on wires here in Leipzig too and I beleive they are to remember a person and I hope they haven’t died. I also once saw a pair of boxer shoes on a nail and the person that had that told me that this is how they want to remember that they are done with boxing. Same could be for football or anyhting where you would wear specialised footwear. But what if we throw sneakers over a wire whenever we pass one of thos liminoid events of our life? The final trip with you school class, where you let loose, where you remember the good times and can be wild and then anchor that moment in your life and a place in reality with your shoes thrown over a wire? The time when you for the last time hang out with your friends from the little village that you are from and you have a fantastic time, drink, eat and talk and then anchor it. Forever. The problem is we often don’t know when these moments are happen. Who knows exactly the time and date of yo useeing a circle of friends or acquantances for the last time. For the last time they and you really matter to them and they for you? We don’t know, so maybe we should throw heavily worn shoes on random wires just to confuse groups of friends that might see each other for the last time in a meaningful way.