As you can see from my location I am currently far above the moon. I am still not quite sure what happened. Maybe I’ll tell you one day. Can you hear me?
I remember I was fifteen when I heard about Charles Bukowski for the first time. It was a group of older boys who told me to check out this writer who was super obscene and controversial. Apparently those who were familiar with his work called him “Hank”, and reading it was supposed to be life-changing. […]
He is eight now, he wears glasses, and he is a rather bouncy person. I mean he likes to bounce around. In his room. In the hallway. In his car seat. Recently his mom gave him a little microphone with a built-in speaker that can amplify and add distortion effects to one’s voice. She says […]
This circus is much louder than the one I saw in Georgia. There are about two or three hundred people in here, most of whom are kids with their parents. Nobody seems bothered by the sheer volume of the show. They applaud rhythmically to anything resembling music. Then the tune changes and everyone stands up […]
The way to the lagoon leads past two old men with scruffy beards and soft smiles. They are leaning out of the gate of their house near the water, and if you know someone who knows them well then they might just hand you a bottle of something that looks like water. There is more […]
In Persia, there are at least two ways to have food. You could be sitting on a chair at a table, or you could be on the floor with your legs crossed under you. To me it often seems as if the way a household chooses to eat could signify something. There aren’t that many […]
The back alleys are quiet, the main roads are loud. I try to stay in the back alleys. Cats are patrolling them, suspiciously looking here and there. One of them stops to stare at me for a second, but as I kneel down and offer to pet it, it gives me a contemptuous look and […]
Rice paddies in the darkness. A tall wall with a gate. A yard with two houses. This place used to be a dog. It was a German Shepherd that once lived here, trapped in an enclosure. A family from the city came out every few days to look after it and feed it. It is […]
Her apartment is a space without time. The books and the plants, the table and the chairs, the bed, the paintings, the sculptures – everything seems to be just right. It’s as if change has never been a possibility, as if there never was a day when she first moved here, presumably from somewhere else. […]
If you just want to get a general idea about the whole thing, you could refer to The Plan, and in case you have any specific questions, make sure to check out my extensive FAQ section (in three languages).
Another thing you can do is download the Google Earth file. It is broken down into daily tracks and shows some landmarks and a vast amount of photographs.
Or you could just go and read one of my books.
Meanwhile, I have returned to The Longest Way. Here's a little animated video about it the way so far:
Oh, and I keep a few social media accounts: