Are you still there? Waiting. For nothin'. Or rather: something. You know what? It doesn't matter. Here I am, all yours to have. I know you've been waiting for this day to come. So have I. And I saw so much during my time in captivity. But "so much" never fits the UIX. I will try to keep it short. And I will try to be modest. Someone once told me this is the only way to succed. And something deep inside of me really wants to suceed. I can't explain it any better, everything that has happened since last time we spoke. Since then I've also learned that emotions stems directly from God. And that massochism is the very essence of being alive. It's already 21:26. New years eve 2020. On sunday I fly back to Berlin. I am looking forward to be in motion again. Motion equals life, everyone knows this. I guess this explains the massochism: our complete inability to get in motion on our own. Edit (but not really): I found some pictures in the archive, pictures published and later deleted. Or never published. It's the gesture that matters, right? It's the gesture that finally throws us into existence. Welcome to tomorrow.
