my last day alive
i spend
mowing the lawn

skintight bike pants
may have
a purpose at long last

if my brain had
any brains at all i wouldn't
go back to work

a watermelon
definitively
saved lifes

desperatly
in need
of freedom

most of the time what i bring
home is dirt, but sometimes one
of the dark dots is a tick

some part of my brain knows
that i'm standing still, but that part
doesn't have much to say

nothing really
changed, but it looks
more familiar

you shouldn't queue
longer for fast food, than
it takes to eat it

koerperdynamisches fotografieren
ist stoerend wenn
es hinter mir passiert