Today, we investigated Diptera. Nematocera, Brachycera. Mosquitoes, craneflys and so on. In the key, there was a comment on a Tipulidae species: “Im Leben grün.” – Green in life. Just this sentence made me smile, because it sounds rather uncommon :)
Yeah. Although I said I like November I sometimes wish that the world would be a little bit brighter outside. It makes sad and mellow, seeing all this gray drabness.
But the colors will come back!
Mh… good start for a haiku. Here goes…
all this gray drabness
but the colors will come back
and cheer us all up
It’s November, five days old.
I like this month. The rain, the cold air, the early darkness, the candlelights, the comfy evenings at home… the bleak trees, the gray sky, the warmth in me.
My roommate and I, we went to an arts exhibition at the harbour (yes, Muenster has a harbour!) and looked out the windows. It looked like the world’s going to be destroyed… this gloomy atmosphere was very strange, apocalyptic. In fact, it was not dark outside, the window glasses were dimmed. Very interesting sight, however.
Everything quietens.
Today on the bus I saw a crying man get out of the front door. He was not drunk, old or debile. I was listening to music so I do not know what happened up front, but I guess it takes a bit to make a man cry.
I wonder what it might have been. A woman he saw? Thrown out by the driver? Did someone die? Bad memories?
when you miss someone
it feels like you’re just a shade
hunting its being
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We are like this now
because we wanted to be
like this forever
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Sparkles in the dark
like a snake creeping through time
folding the goldfish
//
Like a wave crashing
like a half-broken clockwork
grains of sand in time…
(Where the fuck is my ear mold?)
We don’t stop playing because we’re growing older. We’re growing old because we stop playing.
Who wants to play with me? :)
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Something else:
I stumbled over a quotation by Erich Kästner (unprofessionally translated by the humble myself)…
Months are in a hurry. Years are in a hurry even more. Decades are most of all in a hurry. Only memories bear with us, especially if we bear with them.
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Okay… back to learning. Fuck that stupid test next week.
