Migrations are offering us the opportunity to redesign a new world, a world in which rights are not a privilege of those who are born in certain geographical areas but something that’s applicable to all people and therefore no person should risk their lives for a better future.
i am nobody and this chaos is dedicated to questions, to the good life: what is it and how to live/ in the middle of selected scenes from the end of the world? is there a difference between good and right? what can be known? how can anything be said? there is something exciting about antagonisms, can you feel it too? strangers/ give it away/: s letschte hemd het kein sack/ why do you think you own me? everything that creeps* why did granny want me to meet an exorcist? angry grrrls. cats. the internet/ realities/ utopia/ beauty/ words: what do they mean? how to find the right words... haunted by the hunger for the right words/ longing for feelings i can only imagine/ you are so overwhelming. and every day when i wake up i have become something else/ so why do my scars turn you on/ you sick fuck/ what is it with science/ power/ knowledge/ feminisms/ desire/ bodies/ are we cyborgs?/ robots - humans- animals- what is a species/ what could we be? no gods. horror/ violence/ revenge/ drugs/ sick shit& the heart: how come you are surprised? or do you just pretend to be shocked? limits/ fuck rules. sound/ film/ vision/ space___ time/ whats that light? shake up systems disobedience. love- what the fuck is it? is it anything? sex. norms/ insanity/ loneliness- why do you want me to confess? pleasure/ fear/ zombies/ ideas about morality- underneath it all/ vampires for entertainment/ boundaries/ death. and the process of dying/ the bathtub water cleanse and drown. after all, we got to pay for it. why?