Of the countless false certainties that roam the world, art does not subscribe any.

Atrophy of Fate

Looking up there would only wreck
 your soft neck I like to bite into when we fuck.

In the reality of a room, in which the lover is sitting and staring at the object telephone, images and narrations formed by the forces of fiction interfere.

Enzyklopädie der Spezies

The Devil’s Drool

„Ja ...“ Es gab eine erneute Stille und danach fragte Nínive, in einem dummen Ton: „Und wäre ich dann Königin?“

Situated Speculations