AUSTRA concert
March 2017
Cosmic Funnies
Lint Roller? I Barely Know Her
sheepfilms
Stranger Things
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Three Goblin Art
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Kiana Khansmith

shark vs the universe
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@ladixiememuse
AUSTRA concert
March 2017
Feel it Break @limitlessdelight
March 2017
“I can picture a place where everybody feels it too It might be fiction but I see it ahead
AUSTRA
Prague (Praha)
February 2017
impressions of Prague ( Čechův most)
Ferbruary 2017
at the Vltava with swans (amongst others a swan-couple we baptised Moritz and Muriel) looking to the Charles Bridge in Prague
February 2017
Vltava river bank with swans
February 2017
Natürlich hab ich leider recht, die Welt ist arm, der Mensch ist schlecht. Wir wären gut - anstatt so roh, doch die Verhältnisse, sie sind nicht so.
Peachum (The Threepenny Opera)
Forget about our mothers and our friends, We're fated to pretend.
MGMT
There is nothing either good or bad, but thinking makes it so.
W. Shakespeare
rowanberries with hoarfrost
January 2017
Dancing with @limitlessdelight
January 2017
New Year’s Eve with @limitlessdelight
2016/2017
GRASSI museum Leipzig (dancing all the time that weekend)
December 2016
foggy Görlitz
November 2016
Kickelhahn near Ilmenau
October 2010
Tomorrow, and tomorrow, and tomorrow, Creeps in this petty pace from day to day, To the last syllable of recorded time; And all our yesterdays have lighted fools The way to dusty death. Out, out, brief candle! Life's but a walking shadow, a poor player That struts and frets his hour upon the stage And then is heard no more. It is a tale Told by an idiot, full of sound and fury Signifying nothing.
Macbeth (Act 5, Scene 5, lines 17-28)