Exile

Hidden words in a book by a writer very much used to hiding
because of his words.

Far from Satanic, but a small verse from August Strindberg's correspondence with Nietzsche

I can certainly admit that some of Mr Rushdie's own words have entered my

uterus'

mind

between the lines

These simple lines wanted to frolic among the last autumn leaves,

just in time before winter takes over

I tucked him in safely

but with just enough chance of it falling out and landing in front of a passerby's feet

Don't walk in front of me, I may not follow 

Don't walk behind me, I may not guide you

Just walk beside me and be my friend.

Kölsch Justitiae

Jerusalem has endured more than its own share of injustice, 

so it seemed only fair to put the city in good company.

Albert Camus would have been 100 years last week. 

I'm sure he would have been happy to find his own words in this beautiful biography of a city as existentialist as himself.

L'amour est injustice

mais

la justice ne suffit pas.

Self-explanatory note along the Autobahn

Risk aversion and German pretzels in Cologne

Perhaps emotional outbursts are not what comes to mind when you hear the word Germany.

This may or may not be a reflection of reality.

In either case, we'd all be better off with a little more emotional risk-taking

Maybe someone finds this and instead of ordering a plain pretzel, goes for a Weckmann...

International poetry-keeping in Vienna

The United Nations has six official languages,

and probably more acronyms than any other organization.

So, 

Sometimes its employees need a little poetic daydreaming.

In other words, some Anaïs Nin.

"Our lives are composed greatly of dreams, from the unconscious, 
and they must be brought into connection with action. 
They must be woven together."

Note to self: Invent yourself.

We remember the stories we tell abour our lives;

we invent our lives in the remembering.