Tamaraka

Was ist real? Ist Realität das, was wir wahrnehmen, sehen, riechen, fühlen und schmecken können? Manche Menschen würden dem zustimmen, aber bedeutet es dann, ein Mensch am anderen Ende der Welt existiert nicht, nur weil man ihn weder sehen, noch fühlen, noch schmecken, noch riechen, ja, überhaupt nicht wahrnehmen kann? Oder ist Realität all das, was existiert, unbegrenzt, und nur seinen eigenen Gesetzen unterworfen? Aber dann wären Träume, Wünsche und Gedanken auch real? Und wenn Träume real sind, wo sind dann diese Welten, in die wir tauchen, sobald wir die Augen schließen? Woher

Hey again ;) Well, I guess I came up with this thing yesterday, looking at a man just as discribed here... :) have fun :D If he saw you looking at him, his dark eyes went always to two narrow slits, as if he wanted to say: "Do not come too close." From time to time men came to his table, men who were limping slightly with their left foot, men who hid something on this side under their coat. Sometimes they carried suitcases, sometimes he gave them something, but they never talked. He always sat there, in that little restaurant, in the East 7th Street, and always at the same old table. If you got the time to observe him, you could see

Do you know these... Feelings? If you sit in the bus, looking at all the guys which come in and go out and come in and go out... Is it only me, or does this whole thing called 'life' seem so utterly pointless? You know, when I was little, just a few years old, maybe, my mother used to asked me, what I wanted to do with my life. Sometimes I said: "I wanna be a pirate", sometimes I smiled and did not want her to know, but if she asks me now, I never know what to say. If I look to the poeple around me, and ask myself: Are they happy? I'm sure I can answer for myself. No, they aren't. They're not happy, they're only living on, with the hope tha