All lonely at the beginning – all dense at the end

T.Raumschmiere is DJing in Regensburg. We’ve been looking forward to it for weeks. Shortly before, only I was left of us. So I’m sitting at Bismarckplatz. A husband comes over and asks: What are you doing sitting there all alone? I look round. The square is full. My table is empty. Alone, not lonely! They sit down.

Blogging is the art of walking the tightrope between pornography and irrelevance. No one is interested in boredom, and I only undress to take a shower. So: What’s there to write about on such a trivial day? And how do you save a great world travel blog from a slow death? Maybe I need a code…

My new car is in the garage. Its honoured attributes do me no good. Travelling always ends differently than planned, but stupidly I like the plan before the journey. The only thing I hate is that nobody wants to bet on it with me.

As long as a man is happy, all women want him. As soon as life is empty, the empty space only seems frightening. I’m not afraid of emptiness. I’m just afraid of not daring to fill it up. Many people doubt when the right time is, even though everyone always knows. Is that a good justification for prophylactic elephant memory?

The coolest sound for years. With my body temperature 10 degrees below zero, I stand still as an oak tree in the dance sauna. My ears are ringing like an old telephone. T.raumschmiere rocks! Why do good things only ever happen when you haven’t had a chance to look forward to them?

Then comes “All lonely at the beginning – and all tight at the end”. The whole Gloria goes wild. An amateur GoGo licks her professional boyfriend. I look out of the corner and think to myself: Actually, the evening went quite well. Go home.