Surplus. Shallowness. Speed.
They all destroy the happiness of a quiet moment
You only become a driven person who is searching for the next kick
You do not stand still anymore to watch the stars
You do not know when the moon is full
When do the cherry trees begin to blossom?
The world turns around
Problems are getting bigger
You ignore them until it is too late
Who is to blame for all of this?
He? She? All of us?
Who does everything right?
Too complicated. Too big. Too hard to understand.
Who shall save the world while all superheroes are in the gym
mixing themselves energy drinks?
my thoughts, my memories, my fantasies
this is who I am
this is who I want to be
the sound of words
the arrangement of letters
the imagination of time and space
people and places
I am free
I create myself
my own world
how it should be
Today, I re-read Virgina Woolf`s famous essay “A room of one’s own” to encourage myself to write. Although the text was published in 1929, Woolf’s main points about women and fiction writing are still valid.
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I studied German and Comparative Literature at the University of Heidelberg. My Bachelor thesis was about the image of Indian women in German literature. A lot of German writers were fascinated by India and thought it would be like a real paradise on Earth. Nevertheless, I found out that writers such as Goethe, Hesse and Mann showed a very one-sided image of Indian women.
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