In the end, we get older, we kill everyone who loves us through the worries we give them, through the troubled tenderness we inspire in them, and the fears we ceaselessly cause. Walter Benjamin.

I want to live on this planet: alive to a rabbit at a glass door— and flower where there is no flower. Arthur Sze, Unpacking a Globe

When I was young/er, I was a fairly well read person. I used to read a lot of Ruskin Bond, Jhumpa Lahiri, and Roald Dahl. On a side note, I don't know why people don't read more of these writers. Especially, Roald Dahl, who is so much more than a children's author. Anyway, I

24. Februar Nass, kühl. Ein Land wird ausgeräumt.

Letzte Überreste

Weg zur Arbeit

Over the moon that my translation of Mathias Énard's THE DESERTERS made the longlist for The Booker Prizes! Thank you to all the lovely judges for choosing this wonderful book, it's an honor to be on such a distinguished list.

Reading Robert Kelly

Reading Robert Kelly 2

Reading Robert Kelly 3

Feierabend

25. Februar Gefühlt eiskalt

Is this a Fast, to keep The larder lean? And clean From fat of veals and sheep? Is it to quit the dish Of flesh, yet still To fill The platter high with fish? Is it to fast an hour, Or ragg’d to go, Or show A down-cast look and sour? Robert Herrick

cloud painter at work

Intellektuell abgewetzer Flickenteppich.

Casino

Je humanitärer, desto Epstein. #billgates

Große Neugier mit Handlungsanweisungen verkehrstechnischer Natur

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