where did the time go?

does anyone know?
it's been more than a year, it's been more than 50,000km traveled... it's felt like less than a second in time.

where did it all go? when did it pass by?

beyond my little world which surrounds me i see the world around change dramatically. when did this happen? who led this on?
in the infinitive of time within which i lead this incignificant life, i can already see civilisations which pass, cultures forgotton, people distroyed and unreversable decisions made.
everything now is highspeed. racing. so fast we don't see the change. it just flashes before our eyes. so fast enough to bring change that once took hundreds of years, now in a moment.

sanctuaries, once full of believers of something more, within a few decades have turned into museums exhibiting a past civilisation, so long forgotton it seems as if this is history beyond our generation, yet it was just yesterday. now our believers lather in consumption...countries and cultures which thrived in thier own individuality have turned into replicas of the people i see everyday...replicas of consumerizm, god being money and power, fullfillment being having more than you.

i run with speed to, but, however fast i go myself, i cannot catch up with the vortex of time. i cannot catch up and catch it before it is lost. collect the little value which still lies in the corners of the world in silence. i can not run away from the the followers of this dreadfull faith, doomed to having our world collide.
only now, i can finally decide to stay and charish what i have caught and protect it. embrace it. remember. hold on to the truth. hold on to all that makes us different.

where did the time go? and when did it change perspective?

 

abra cadabra and life appears

how many faces do you wake up to every morning?
if i turn my head slightly right and glance at myself i think, "haven't you lost your mind?" because who of rational mind would keep leaving before they ever appeared...
if i turn my head slightly left and glance at myslef, i think, "what other are you than shifting sand...?" because 'what's the point of waiting for life to come?'*
what about all the faces in between? all the scared, and all the worried, the shy and the brave. the lost and the found and that special one that hides them all...

i stood today in the city center full of busy buses and vehicles, rushing people and buildings stretching to the sky full of haze. and through it all i saw the sun turning pink before it began to set. no one stopped to see. perhaps the color was a figure of my imagination...perhaps for no one else it shined so bright upon the city so evenly... i looked right through it and i decided to walk towards it...so long until i reach it.

maybe you don't see it, even though i do... but in this case, which one of us is the madman? who's the one insaine?
maybe i am a magician and you are not...but who is the one insaine?

for me, you would have to be a madman not to capture the magic...


*quote from apparat song

what would you take along if you had to leave your country?

i visited berlin last week.
in the amazing Bauhaus Archiv Museum with all my beloved Bauhaus exhibits, i saw a wonderful quote "we write everything lowercase, in order to save time"...herbert bayer, you are quite the genius...
that's just to explain...

another thing taken from berlin is the note "what would you take along if you had to leave your country". i found this in the Jewish Museum. although they spoke these words in different context it hit me...

switzerland here i come...and although i thought of you as a country worth living in, now i see nothing can replace my home. i ride the trams along the roads i know by heart. i look into the windows and see people i know or have seen before. i belong here and now i'm going to leave.
there's nothing you can take along with you besides memories. nothing can replace home.
the best thing i've realised, while saying goodbye to all my small and big corners of the city, is that i have finally believed in love. because what other do i feel to this place i know by heart, a place where i accept all of its' uglyness and all of its' beauty, a place that never bored me, although i saw it everyday...now that's true love...

now i begin a new life in which i will travel more than previously and i'm going to write it all down.