… me. I guess this is the “About me”.

I am a more or less normal human being (I breathe, I sleep, I eat and I drink), I walk on two legs or cycle on two wheels, I listen to music most of the day (and night for that matter), I have a love/hate relationship with my hair, and good smells such as the sea, cinnamon and freshly brewed coffee make me happy. So does cycling. That I love a lot, too. It’s yoga for the mind, sport for the legs and freedom for the soul. And it makes me testing myself and pushing my boundaries. I consider my bicycles as friends and companions. Some of them live with me in my sleeping or living room.

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I also am a writer. I have been writing since I learned how to string letters into words into sentences, so that they made sense (at least to me). There were always loads of interesting things and moments around. I simply had to capture them, starting with a diary when I was ten. Later, the interesting things and moments formed stories or little poems and I wrote those down as well. Sometimes I thought about why I was writing all this stuff down. One of the explanations that came to mind was: Because I (moi) like to read it. Most of the time I wrote to entertain myself. Also writing is like opening a window to the inner mind halls to let a breeze blow away the mental cobwebs or whatever it is that blocks the mind at times.

For quite some time now though I have been a writer whose mind is blocked. They call it “writer’s block”, it’s quite common these days it seems, but actually it is a terrible thing to happen. It’s like the link that connects your inner world to the outside is broken. The ideas and thoughts are still in your head but you are not able to let them out anymore, you can’t find a way to translate them into words, let alone coherent sentences.

As a substitute I turned to photography. I enjoy it very much, but it’s not the same. Never would I be able to take a picture that portraits what I actually want to say. Some photos are close and some inspire me a lot. So I thought I’d go ahead and set up my own therapy, which is what you can read and see on this very site. Maybe, if I just scribble and snap away, however random it may be, the broken link will heal again. Maybe the writing will come back, maybe this is helpful and maybe it will be fun for me and those who happen to stumble upon this page. We’ll see.

And that’s all there is to it, for now.
(September 2011/ January 2019)

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… in the end life is a bowl of good hot soup, and if you’re lucky there’s a piece of bread on the side. In the end life is good if there’s someone to share a bowl of soup with you, someone who makes soup for you or enjoys the soup you’ve made … in the end happiness is a bowl of soup with a piece of bread, and that is all that matters.

(from “In The End (Of 2012)”

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This summer (July – August 2013) I did a little photo project called 30xMe. For 30 days I took 30 random images of myself, so if you are rather a ‘looker’ than a reader you can browse through them all here or see below.