He took a few minutes to get settled, grabbed a sandwich from the refrigerator under the bar, and poured himself a drink. He was exhausted after the party he’d just left and grateful to have a quiet moment to himself.
‘Of course!’ he mumbled and got up from the leather couch he’d been sleeping on, stretching a little to straighten his…
‘Oh, what’s the difference!’, he uttered morosely and headed for the panels on the wall, weighing his chances of ending up…
He didn’t even see it at first, used as he was to every detail of this lounge, and when he finally noticed it, he thought…
People see life as a logical sequence of actions and consequences, inside which one makes plans for the foreseeable…
For a moment he forgot he was cold and wet and really could have used that cup of coffee he was anticipating and went…
“Helmuth!” a voice resonated from behind with the stark intensity of a bullet.
The rules of chaos, a contradiction in terms, express themselves in poetry, express themselves in art, but they don’t waste their time trying to refashion the human mind, they sneakily bend around it, hiding behind truths, behind half-organized concepts, behind the things we take…
When he opened his eyes, he was welcomed by the familiar sight of the lounge room and his first thought was how lucky he…
‘There is no method to this madness,’ he thought dejected.
He couldn’t help notice that the room had looked a little beat up in the aftermath of his dutiful documentation of his journeys. The weird wayfinding scribbles and symbols he had marked up on…