we are all here and we

are alone are

for a reason

ALONE
ALONE
ALONE

the invisible striving into the vastness and the unsustainability of our irresponsibility!

we are all here but are we

here to be alone? here?

BANGKOK

the dance of embryos is incomplete,

delicate

and silent.

thunderclouds burst on cold coastal mountain edges.

wet wet and cold cool.

and in the nurseries they sing these songs of freedom.

HONOLULU

mother,

nothing happens in its time.

my loud suspicion falls silent.

i hear don´t stick your head in the air!

i hear johnny, look in the sand!

oil floats on water.

i see: they fight to live.

mother!

JERUSALEM

of course,

it is known what an elephant looks like.

but the big, gray pachyderms are only thin-boned and decay,

if man will not recognize what the elephant future looks like.

and what an elephant sees.

because he does not see his future.

he sees us

and our future without him.

of course this is known.

DODOMA

holding on to the known with an iron grip is no way out of the catastrophic aberration

that can be forced together only by going into an untrodden, unknown path.

so far,

we are bypassing the possible, while the supreme is constantly keeping an eye on us.

KAIRO

southern closeness pairs with warming spirits in the most common night of our lives.

torn are all the bent hearts

and each fallen note has to tear.

for us, the endless lights.

for you, the petrified judges.

PALERMO

ants and bees use the subway together.

one is born as an individual.

individuality is taken away.

must be taken.

grids and fences are protection and demarcation.

to all those who are still dreaming:

wake up!

KYOTO

while

waiting for help, the great ones act like lightning rods without grounding

and the inner organization is destroyed by the outer control.

see you soon!

KANDY

to exchange!

imagination for reality and today for yesterday.

me myself.

you yourself.

we each other.

exchange.

about traveling.

losing oneself and finding others.

getting to know the foreign in myself and showing myself to the foreign.

to exchange!

KATHMANDU

this is not a turning back,

but my return!

i am not a tourist in my homeland,

but an inhabitant of my world.

and

the world around me inhabits me,

is in me,

comes out of me.

what shapes me,

guides me.

onward.

or around.

see you again again!

WOLFSBERG