25/5/16

Auf Kosten der Gesundheit Teil Drei












Found the dead body of an unpaired woollen sock, 15.5 UK size (not so sure if it's actually a sock, kind of difficult to determine with certainty due to it having a face) like a month ago when I dropped from the wrong bus in Mundsburger Brücke, the second widest bridge in Hohenfelde just surpassed by the distance between me and Dolly Parton ever being friends and swapping clothes regularly. This endearingly creepy homemade ghost was delicately hanging from a street sign because some hopeless German person put it up there, probably due to various reasons, usually Jägermeister. I'd really like to meet him or her and tell him or her to get his or her shit together and start asking around in independent art galleries like normal people do because not everybody can be Banksy and street art is so 2009 anyway. I doubt that I'll ever get the chance to do so because rumour has it that Germans don't fancy being randomly incriminated by strangers. But the public, heartless hanging of this non-living half of a knitted object looked like the most disturbing, well-meaning thing I saw that day. One can never be thankful enough for the quietness and the disobedience.



All pictures taken on the 23rd April 2016 in the crossing between Papenhuder Straße, Armgartstraße y Mundsburger Damm in Hamburg, Germany.

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24/5/16

Diego the Revelator






















"You're a girl, at a party... For what other reason would I talk to you?"



All pictures taken on the 20th April 2016 in Steinwerder, Hamburg, Germany. Special thanks to Bob Dylan for still being alive.

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19/5/16

Max Cairo Ghoul (and Sahitya Hoboman)

































































































"I never expect nothing, I don't hold high expectations. I suck at planning. I like being predictable. I feel so underdressed. I need to read more and dress better. I need a dream beach body. I've got so much clothes. I've got two screens. I always watch it in Japanese. I'm such a good person, I'm always nice to others. I'm a nerd. I wish I could dance like that. I know how to make curry. I don't find black people attractive at all. I wish I wasn't complicated, I wish I was simple like them. I love my family. I like physics, I wanted to be a physicist. I like Australians, I like mixed better. I can learn anything very quicky. I can't speak English with my father. I used to have hotdogs and hamburgers for breakfast. I don't believe in love. I'm an atheist. I like peeing by the water. I like music you can dance to. I don't wanna be a dick. I'm so uncool."



All pictures taken on the 26th March 2016 around Blankenese in Hamburg, Germany. Special thanks to Max for providing technical and art assistance for some of the scenes.

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Note from the author: The fact that the three coloured pictures at the begining of this post look like Turner on speedball is totally unintentional and I was very mad at myself when I realized I took those because I despise Turner with all my heart, body and soul. 

17/5/16

Historia de un amor









Si pudiera ser algo que yo escogiera con libertad, me dedicaría a saberlo todo de las personas. No de todas, claramente, ¡pero de algunas...! De algunas quisiera saber hasta la distancia entre barbilla y pecho, quisiera saber la marca de canela que compran, quisiera estirarlos de brazos y piernas, clavarles alfileres de colores y abrirlos en canal como a una sardina de laboratorio en secundaria, deconstruirlos y volverlos a montar fuera de ellos mismos. Quisiera que la consciencia de mí se comprimiera hasta lo imprescindible para mantenerme respirando, y así dejar más sitio para seguir almacenándolos. Han existido y existen tantos seres humanos formidables, y yo sólo quisiera conocerlos hasta la última mota de caspa. No se tiene certeza de que nada más allá de los hombres exista; todas las cosas son producto de nosotros, todas proceden de algún ser. El arte, el amor, Dios o su substituto, la ciencia... Sólo son maneras de liberar a la persona de la carga que es su propia omnipresencia, un acto humilde de delegación imaginaria de poder. La objetividad es, por tanto, dobledimensionalmente falsa en calidad de concepto que no existe y como falso concepto inexistente. Todo aquello que no es humano es un tentáculo de la humanidad que se hunde muy adentro bajo tierra y halla una salida lo suficientemente lejana, que confunde y simula una procedencia con raíces propias. Como las sombras de las ideas en la cueva, que no eran la auténtica verdad sino un facsímil, la objetividad, y por ende todas las construcciones humanas que comprenden la vida entera a su alrededor, es únicamente reflejo de su causa, el intento del hombre de desprender partes de sí mismo y rellenar el vacío terrenal que le provoca saberse fin y principio de todo, un acto mezcla de modestia, miedo y evasión de responsabilidades. Por eso sólo me interesa saberlo todo de alguien, no necesito cuerpo ni voz, nada más que vidas que morir y volver a nacer para dedicarlas a saberlo todo de alguna persona, que es lo mismo que saberlo todo.



Todas las fotografías tomadas el 23 de abril de 2016 en las proximidades de las estación de U-Bahn Uhlandstraße, Hamburgo, Alemania.

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