Contorted soul @ Beat Kuert 2020 (with Manuela Badalamenti)

Life-Block means terror

Life-Block means terror. The WritersBlock, on the other hand, is boring.  Life-Block prevents you from dreaming.  It’s Brainwashing!  The mind is being cleaned up.  What remains is emptiness.  But not quite.  In the farthest corner of this emptiness, a thing rises that I call homesickness.  Even if I never thought I had a home, it is suddenly there.  It is not a real place and has nothing to do with memory, but just a damn feeling situated in the middle of your breast or better in your own womb that reminds of longing. The craving for something that you do not know and that certainly does not exist.  And then this confusion.  No longer knowing what is up, down and yesterday.  No, I'm not senile.  Just tired.  Tired because I don't know what else I should be.  In a Today without tomorrow.  Or is it just the month February.  Februa, the cleaning festival of the old Romans, which took place in February and during which the girls were flogged with straps to promote their fertility.  Should I whip myself like monks. So that I can bear fruit again???