roundabout

The Last Kiss Goodnight, again

2008-09-04T08:50:00.002+02:00

As there seems to be enough interest every 50 days for five to twenty minutes, I'll give you this:

And if you can manage that, this can be quite fubarlicious too: Luces Umbrarum.

Thank you for reading.

PS: Today is not my birthday. I have none.

2008-06-15T22:53:00.004+02:00

After letting some steam out into the nothingness of life, I clouded my judgment and wrote word after word not understanding a thing I said. So in light of recent events, the death of ...., I hereby declare the fight for anger to be opened upon our souls.

So, did anyone understand anything? That's when you're writing and a bunch of football fans drive horning their cars through the city after their team won. No clear thought can be reproduced then, and JOY DIVISION plays the soundtrack to it.

More photos are here (June) and there (May). But beware, it might cripple your browser, or take a while to load.

2008-06-15T18:36:00.003+02:00

Five days, and all I could come up with are the following five pictures.
They are just here, so I could waste some time.
I'm at zero again, and I'm fucking tired of it. If I should die due to lightning I wouldn't mind at all.

Therefore I go out now and try to find a good place for light and my stuffed animals. Take some pictures, and eventually upload them here for my viewing pleasure.

You of course are out of any questions, so bear with me and hurry up and vanish already. The sun has dried all the rainbows away you were to me, so go and fuck someone else's life.

Sorry for being so rude, but I'm in that mood, you ought to kill yourself and whatever.

I'm off now. For now.

2008-06-10T17:33:00.006+02:00

Counting all the ways there are is taking quite some time. Even when the most important one is vanished from the surface of earth. That's the way it is, and I don't like it, but there is nothing I can do right now to change it. Except running. Every day until I'm conditioned enough to run away from here and leave my life here behind. But this takes so much anger, that my courage is only dreaming about it. And I feel like I'm writing like Tori Amos lyrics.

Have fun deciphering.

2008-06-10T08:37:00.005+02:00

After waking up short before 8am this morning, I thought I could do the world a service and upload some pictures. (Sorry, the other service will come.)

I've never had such strange dreams, and sleep. And waking up after five hours of sleep is really uncomfortable. My clock wouldn't ring for another hour.

I'm quite irritated right now. Yesterday after running and talking and eating I went home by bike, and when I arrived, and came to me senses, I realized that I was at her backyard, and I immediately fell down. I was so perplexed, I couldn't get home for a while and had to drive and think some more. Because that was not the first time I landed there by accident, I mean, I never realize, until I am already there, and that is really strange.

And writing in the morning is not good, my thoughts are all blurred, and my dreams are still inside of me, and she's gone.

2008-06-09T16:54:00.004+02:00

60 posts in almost two years. That's almost one every two weeks. But all the little robots (working for the search engines) know that this is not quite right. I had highs and lows, regarding the postings.

Right now I have a huge low, despite the high frequency of pictures.

More will follow later, after I ran another 20 minutes in the park. You should do it too. Ah, I forgot, you already do. You robots are quite fast.

2008-06-09T01:52:00.009+02:00

Hello.

I managed to hold back for almost a week. Not a bad sign, and not a good one either.

Too much thoughts running around my head, wishing I was more than dead, but in the end I could be just like that thought which came around just half past ten.

Here are some strange imaginations.

More in the Archive section.

2008-06-06T16:53:00.001+02:00

Do you like Radiohead?

Watch this video, with music generated by scanners, hard disks and other electronic stuff.

PS: it's not made by me.

2008-06-03T02:20:00.007+02:00

No, not again. A loser I am.

Since I can't get no sleep, I had to express some of my furious anger. But it's still not gone. And it only proves how childish I sometimes can be.
But somehow I have to let it out, and not by hurting my body, just so my fucking soul could get a rest for some minutes, as I have to concentrate on my pain and get the blood off of me. I don't wanna get down that road again, but I'm again on the verge.
It's just self hate for being what I am and not being who I'm not.

I hate me, I hate you, I hate everything. That's good, isn't it? It's another stage of letting go, but I think an early one, and maybe the longest before the last. But is it really hate?
I know you'll never read this, as you're already found something/one else to occupy you with.
So who am I talking to? My diary? I don't know. Maybe.

I wish a was a little bit taller. (Skee-Lo)

And older. Maybe so old, that I'm short before death. And then I can look back and laugh about those silly things I did when I was younger and unexperienced, and the tears are not from crying. But it's still a while to go.

And no nothing's for nothing.

Have a nice fuck... day.

2008-06-02T01:17:00.000+02:00

And here are the newest shots, taken at Gleisdreieck, Berlin.
There is an old station house, which is quite torn down by it's many visitors. Even between my last visit and now (two weeks) there has been numerous vandalizations.

I don't know if I will further update on a daily basis, as I have to get back to my old fucking life with all the accompanying hurdles.

So, enjoy the last bits for a while. (Yeah, yeah, and tomorrow I will upload another twothousandandsix pictures, blah blah.)

Good night.

2008-06-01T21:57:00.005+02:00

Walking through the city jungle to my next shooting place I spotted some of these.

More will follow later.

2008-06-01T12:48:00.002+02:00

I have to get out again, I'm still stuck inside my thoughts and feelings.
I hate that, especially if you are alone with this. But hey, that's life, and everyone should play their part, otherwise there would be chaos. bla bla bla.

Some new fodder for whoever.

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2008-06-01T03:13:00.008+02:00

Ha - the birds sing, again.

This day fucked me (not in the good way, everyone wants to).
It seems I shall not encounter a better life. Forget it, it's a misery.

I wanted to get out, take the bicycle and drive to the Wuhlheide to take some pictures.
First the bicycle is broken, flat tire, the second in two weeks,
Second the Wuhlheide is crammed with to much people, so I have to find another spot.
The ride to Schönefeld takes another hour, and when I finally arrive and got to my second favourite spot, I find myself sneezing a lot, cause of my newly developed allergies to certain types of grass.
Thus it makes less fun actually playing around with 12 stuffed animals I wanted to shot on CCD and real film.

Maybe next time.

Here are some results:

PS: If getting creative just is a result of losing a very wonderful friend, I wanna be numb for the rest of my life. But of course, that never happens, as I would be certainly bored by such inhumane condition. I wish I could be more creative with living my life.

PPS: Seeing those planes leave, I'm glad I will be on one of them.

Good Morning.

2008-05-31T00:27:00.005+02:00

Already late again.

At "work" today someone said to me, that we can finish the rest of the work on monday, after the weekend.

I was so used to student projects, that I entirely forget about the concept of the weekend, because you work through them.

But whoever devised the weekend, had to know that all of humankind is oppressed by it. Saturday is suicide.

Later today there well be a new series of photographs online, I'm going to make in preparation for my new portrait series, with which I always wanted to apply to a film school. I'll see how my idea works, finally.

For now, there are new lessons and questions I had to put into scribble.

Good laugh.

And good night, wherever you were or are.

2008-05-30T01:16:00.002+02:00

It's 1:18 in the night, and I'm still awake. I shouldn't have taken those stay awake pills I don't have.

Maybe this gets me to sleep, as I see it growing tiresome.

Those were my own personal lessons. More to follow, as I grow older day by day.

Good morning.

2008-05-29T21:53:00.005+02:00

After having worked again for one day, and tomorrow I can too, thanks to an old friend, I'm feeling quite good, despite the inner torments. But it will soon fade again. Who knows. So, here are some old pictures with more hilarious writings.

And I'm getting into bed before the sun dawns. But I smoked again. I could get through the day without one self rolled cigarette, but as soon as I hit home (and all the memories), I had to get new tobacco. What a fuck.

Good night and good luck.

2008-05-29T03:14:00.006+02:00

Even though I have to work tomorrow morning I can't get to bed. My mind is racing like a banana falling from a tree, in a loop of course.
So, again...

My earliest photographs with an SLR.
Nature, nature, nature. Hmm. I hope I have evolved a bit.
They are from 2002 and 2003. Be relieved.

2008-05-29T01:03:00.006+02:00

What can I write?

Nothing at best. I'm just a little bit bored and hope, that I can somehow gather strength through my showing of pictures.

I doubt it, but hope always dies last, as Ka D'Argo would say.

So, take a glance while you can.

2008-05-28T02:46:00.009+02:00

Ah, I'm such a liar.

I found some more photos, but not the one I was looking for.

I know, some are really terrible, quality wise, but the scanner doesn't give more.

So, have a good read.

Good night.

2008-05-27T14:21:00.003+02:00

Hello. This should be the last post for a while, I haven't found anymore old pictures, and new ones are hard to make right now.
I'd have to get out for that, but my inner state prohibits me from having a good time right now, so I let all my anger into the pictures.
Okay, not all of it, but some. I'd really like to scream at someone, but my fucking and tiresome kindness forbids me to do it. And it's getting old to always blame myself for doing the wrong thing, even though it wasn't wrong in the first place, but not shared.
Sorry for being so indirect, but I really can't get my words around it. Maybe later. If anyone is even interested. My parents weren't and the one I'm talking about isn't. So, why bother.

Have a good life.

2008-05-27T01:37:00.005+02:00

And again, I can't stop it.

2008-05-26T22:36:00.003+02:00

And again...

2008-05-26T19:08:00.002+02:00

I'm on a row today.

Just a way to express my self. And clearly, the worse you fell, the more output you generate.
But it's also the other way. Just silly me.

Have a good laugh, you and you, and maybe you.

2008-05-26T01:59:00.010+02:00

And again I had to much time to be not asleep - I can't.
So I had to do some photos, old ones, made with good old analog film. Only the one with the lamp has been digitally shot.

Good Night and Good Luck.

2008-05-25T22:56:00.003+02:00

Some old pictures in new fashion.

Enjoy the read.

2008-05-20T11:58:00.003+02:00

Finally it's online.

Abriss - a movie I took part in in 2006, a very strange year.

Enjoy.

Part 1:

Part 2:

2008-05-14T11:43:00.017+02:00

Hello again. Long time no see.

After having quite some difficulty finding the calm to update this page/blog/whatever, I managed to get some new images done.

It was helpful to do them, as you can read from their titles, I was a little bit down.
I probably fell out with a very good friend, a to good to be true friend, that I needed, and got some time to think.
Some of those thoughts are reflected in the pictures, les here, and most of them will never be.

But enough of this crap, enjoy life to your fullest, because there is only one.

Here are some old pictures I forgot to upload.

Here are newer ones, and thanks to the aforementioned friend I was able to have really beautiful motives. Thank You.

2007-12-14T11:17:00.000+01:00

Finally.
Blogspot/Blogger can be quite a pain in the ass with its "picture upload" feature.

So, here after some trials and tribbleations new/old pictures in old/new fashion.

2007-11-28T13:34:00.000+01:00

Moin.

Aus Langeweile und Vermeidung von Belegbeschreibungen habe ich wieder mal in der Kiste nach ein paar Photographien gesucht, die ich digital verkorken und austellen kann.
Und da blogspot.com manchmal Probleme mit dem Hochladen von Bildern hat (Safari?), gibt's jetzt nur die halbe Mahlzeit.

Ach ja, jetzt geht's um die Quantität und nicht das "n" mit dem "l" verwechseln.....

Guten Schmaus.

2007-11-27T15:48:00.000+01:00

Hello old world and those still using old means of communication like phone, eye-to-eye talk and the other one.

2007-11-25T22:42:00.001+01:00

Nothing new, except:

2007-11-04T23:05:00.001+01:00

The old is new again.

Some may seem a little bit blurred, but they aren't that in print.
While scanning I used maybe a filter.
I only needed those pictures for a film in PAL, so the blur wasn't that hurtful.

Good Night and Good Luck.

2007-11-04T22:06:00.000+01:00

Some old pictures, made the analog way.
Even one is developed by myself.
Enjoy....

Later, or here earlier, more...

2007-11-04T17:21:00.000+01:00

background for the savvy machine
made with lots of parts

2007-10-31T23:06:00.000+01:00

Confusion grows like/as everything else does.

To quote Bob Dylan:

"There must be some way out of here," said the joker to the thief,
"There's too much confusion, I can't get no relief."
{...}
"No reason to get excited," the thief, he kindly spoke,
"There are many here among us who feel that life is but a joke.
But you and I, we've been through that, and this is not our fate,
So let us not talk falsely now, the hour is getting late."
__

My head is stuck in itself.
At least the thoughts. The can't get out now, not in a "normal" way, whatever that is supposed to mean.

But while being stuck I managed to take some photos.

(And digital isn't always better. The best ones, a dead mouse awaiting to rot away, are being stuck on an unreadable SD card.)

Here we go.

A few weeks ago I recorded sound for a short film, and while rehearsal and lighting was underway, I took the following photos.

Fife minutes later. Two rats in one day. I spare you the pictures of more explicit nature.

A club I went to with Robert and Bettina. Robert was so kind to invite us. I was so kind to visit the toilets more often than during a normal day.

The same club.

Open day in Berlin's ministries. A wall in the Ministry of Foreign Affairs.

Part of the store mentioned later.

The same rat as in the last picture (meaning the picture at the bottom of this post). Completely staged, except the dead part.

Being bored in an overcrowded public transportation vehicle of Berlin.

A Cameroon sheep, residing with his family at the Fontaneklinik, the Rehab clinic I stayed at.

A part of an automobile parts store. Viewed from the outside, it looked like a strange gallery, lots of exhaust pipes hanging in the windows. Bettina saw them and insisted on visiting them.

The doctor was to late for this little fella. Seen in Berlin, near the Sage club.

And arriving here takes you there:

Bush is not trying to steal an election after this

is it Fox news because they live in a foxhole?

2007-07-20T18:39:00.000+02:00

Hier der neueste SCHREI nach Aufmerksamkeit.

PS: Zwei Photographien sind nicht von mir.

2007-07-20T17:55:00.000+02:00

Und nochmal von vorne.

Hallo. Mein Name ist Gregor Müller, bin 25 und THC-süchtig.

So stellten sich (und auch ich, in abgewandelter Form) die meisten Patienten in Motzen vor.
Die meisten waren/sind alkoholabhängig, der Rest benutzt/e mehrere Gifte (Polytoxikomanie), wie Kokain, Pillen jeder Art, Crystal und andere Opiate.
Zigaretten werden dabei nicht zwangsläufig miteinbezogen.

Doch allen gemein ist, daß sie ihr Leben mit der Sucht nicht mehr verinbaren konnten.
Einige mehr, andere weniger.

Das heißt nicht jeder hat bis zum Ende durchgehalten, und selbst wenn, danach auch nicht unbedingt.

Zur Zeit bin ich in Adaption (Heranführen an das Leben vor den Gittern, im "geschützten" Rahmen) in Birkenwerder und habe dort ein eigenes Apartment (in Motzen gibt es immer einen "Raumteiler"), mit Küche (sichtbar von weitem, an mir) und Mücken.

Anfang August ziehe ich dann in eine Nachsorge-WG, wo die Miete für's Zimmer und den gemeinsamen Wohnraum Münchener Maßstäbe erreicht.

Aber es ist ja nur gut für mich, von THC Abstand zu gewinnen, und es sind ja nur die ersten 12-24 Monate nach dem Aufhören so kritisch.
Danach hat sich das Leben (seelisch wie körperlich) an ein drogenfreies (mit Außnahme von Teer und Nikotin) Dasein gewöhnt.

Alles in Allem: Okay.

Und jetzt die Hauptspeise:

Ein Motzener Kaminzimmermond.

Motte, oder Oskar. Der Hund aus Dennis' Familie. Dennis ist auch ein THC-Süchtiger, den ich in Motzen kennengelernt habe.

Dreimal darfste raten...

Hinten auf der Liegewiese in Motzen kotzen nicht nur die Patienten.

Motzen hatte seine eigene kleine Arche Noah, mit Karnickeln, Meerschweinschen, Kamerunschafe (eher Ziegen), und noch ein paar eingespeerten Vogelgesellen.

Der Töppchiner See, ein ruhiges Angleridyll. Nicht weit von der Klinik entfernt.
Und manchmal überseht mit Alkoholflaschen.

Seht genau hin!

Einer von drei Goldfasanen.

Und nochmal ahhhhh...Angleridylle.

2007-06-30T14:58:00.001+02:00

Test.

2007-06-29T20:26:00.000+02:00

Dehumanizing humans or how I skinned a rackoon, alive!

Hi.

While having nothing to do, I watched some films about massacres of animals on youtube.

Cats, rackoons, foxes and dogs in asia. The rackoon was actually skinned alive and was still opening it's eyes after having his own fur stolen from him. I was speechless after seeing this, tears wanting to run, and eventually doing so. And I asked myself (I know, I should ask them), why are we as human beings capable of something cruel like this.

I mean, I was cruel to animals when I was a small child, but I didn't torture or kill them (except flies and gnats), and it stopped after I had a sense of what I was doing to those living creatures.

But seing adult human beings torturing those animals..... I know, they won't see it that way, it is part of their work and maybe heritage, but still very, very difficult for me to understand.

After seeing slaughter in the eastern hemisphere I got the north american sphere and saw cows, pig, chickens and turkeys going to see their maker.
The cows were being "stimulated" by electro shocks to go to a machine that grabs and circles them, so the worker can slit the cow's throat open. After that it is being pushed out, hardly capable of walking again, and slowly dying. After that the dead and almost dead bodies will be immersed in hot water to "clean" them of their hair.
Sometimes later we see parts of them in the supermarket next to us. Clean and simple.

The pigs were so heavily fed that most of them couldn't stand on their feet for more than a second. They were genetically enhanced to produce more meat.
They were hold in a stable with so many other pigs around them, that they couldn't even circle around.
The ones who don't grow fast enough were being thrown to the ground, head first, until they are no more.
The ones we buy, were shot by a special gun, into the head.

The chicken were hold in cages, small enough for them, apparently.
They were also genetically modified, weighing more than their limbs could sustain and some incabable of getting to the food.

I know that this is a little bit rough, but we as omnocarnivores demand such measures by our thirst for more. And the only way (at least the cheapest way on the producing side) seems to be that one.

So, after writing so much, quantity over quality, I'm actually relieved to get that anger from my chest.

Ah, for those of you (are there any?), who were awaiting a photo or another film,
here it comes.
Shot and edited yesterday.

2007-06-28T13:26:00.000+02:00

My second experiment.

2007-06-28T13:16:00.000+02:00

And again "Kuschel mich!".

Without noises.

2007-06-28T12:00:00.000+02:00

Kuschel mich! / Cuddle me!

With noises.

2007-06-28T11:39:00.001+02:00

Ah, another one.

I'm on a row.

Made with five other carbon units, in 48 hours.

2007-06-28T11:24:00.000+02:00

My first one.

Sit back and close your eyes.

Pleaaaase.

2007-06-27T12:44:00.000+02:00

And another one.

An uncut take from the material of "Time Of Your Life".

Enjoy.

2007-06-26T12:20:00.000+02:00

Hello there.

This is just a minor test post.

Update coming.

2006-11-08T04:17:00.000+01:00

Sabah Al Kair.

I managed to find some time, or buy it, or avoid other things, to finally upload the rest of the "worthy" digital pictures before I leave in four hours for 16 weeks for some mental health training.

And again, here they come.

The Millenium Bridge in London. Not closed bviously.

Trafalgar Square, a well. Or a bit of it.

A very modern toilet on Trafalgar Square, beneath the National Gallery. And it's free to take a p... there. And wash your hands too.

The remains of the river Thames, at least every twelve hours.

Exterminate. Exterminate. It's all I could think of. Bloody tellybox. I should see a doctor.

Again remains of the river called Thames.

What can I say? A reflection. Something new? Naa. Something special? Naa. The blinds reminded me of notations. Ah, that I could have said. I did. Yadda yadda.

They are not driving. Only every minute for several metres do they move, or have they moved. Whatever.
The congestion charge (8GBP per day per vehicle, except buses and taxis) doesn't seem to clean the city of jams.

While waiting for a bus to Peckham I found this lamp. Yeah, I have some affinity with those. But I like feet more, especially toes. But I think it would be kind of difficult to photograph them with shoes on. Lamps are at least naked.

Finally, my first picture on this site I haven't taken. It's from Bettina. She took it on the last day of living in a council house in Bermondsey (remember the shower?). For me it symbolizes the city, but without the daily evening cleaning.

A box you could look into at the Science Museum in London. It was absolutely fantastic, amazing. Naa, it wasn't. Just a lot of mirrors, arranged in "wild" angles to each other. But the crappy photographer, or camera, couldn't find a better framing.

While driving the last time in a London bus I took this picture of a following bus. Nothing special, just wild shooting around.
How much do I long for a gun? Nada.

Science museum again. But don't ask what it was. I was just in there to find new motives, not for actual education. I'm to old/lazy/stupid/whatever for this.

This is me. Obviously not shot by me. It was Peggy, she visited me over a weekend. While here in Berlin we walked around and found some famous buildings lighted in a special way. But not in a beautiful one. It was as if they just hat lights, some filters and no imagination or connection to the buildings the were "enlightening". Whatever, this is not my usual pose and habit. Drinking in public. I rather smoke.

Do you have a smile? A CCTV camera on Leicester Square going wild.

Three guesses.

Some lights near the Dildo of London (this new skystickler near the Tower bridge, formed like a phallic something).

The tide was low, the sponge was high, and I was happy. Finally a picture with .... with what actually? St. Pauls? The Dildo? A Sponge? What could be the meaning of this?

I like it.

While the tide is low, you can have some new perspectives. But be aware. It could miss you a fligth home.

A deserted car near Jamaica Road. It was filled with crap, but at least it was protected against rain and sunlight.

Another day, another bridge, another reflection.

While waiting for a bus to Peckham, I took several photos, and Bettina, pictured here, took several calls, and several steps. At once.

Southwark. Thames. Bulbs. There has to be light in the dark. And they look like little birds calling for there mum to bring food back to the nest.

While waiting for the bus to Peckham, several buses whooshed by. Some at incredible speeds, both low and high.

London, seen from Hampsted Heath. With shaky hands.

A deserted street (at least for this moment) in Soho.

While waiting for the ... Not this time. Again a view towards London.

The facade of the London Bridge Hospital. Sexy? Maybe. But at least you can get Viagra there.

Do you really need a description? No. I think so too.

Tate Gallery in front of the "little, cute, hungry" squirrel. In some place you could think that the squirrels took over the stamoing ground from the pidgeons. St James Park for instance. It's just a shot, blurry out of order. But I liked the face of this furry animal.

Finally a rainy day. And I thought it would piss here every day. But no. They do have sunshine too.

It's over.
You don't need to tell me
.......

Okay. There were many. Maybe to many. But it's the last fix for you, junkies.
Bye.

2006-10-31T03:11:00.000+01:00

Good Night.

Again some new chewing material for all you crazy freaks out there, who are still watching this site.

As a side note: from November 8th I will be put away from public for about 16 weeks (unpaid tickets for parking on the wrong side, unpaid phone bills for received short messages, unpaid ...., at least the stay for the 16 weeks will be paid for), so I will not be able to update any new photographic material, only sidenotes about my whereabouts, but that literature would be even worse than this. So, here the photos come:

Lehrter Bahnhof, now the new main train station from Berlin.

Lidl bottle suck machine.

Stack em high in the Parliament.

Another exit from Lehrter Bahnhof.

See it? An art exposition in the Parliament area.

Some tube station in Berlin.

Three guesses for everyone, except you.

As seen on the Tegel (TXL) airport of Berlin.

Not so blinking lights at Tegel airport.

A memory of a colour at the Zentralflughafen Tempelhof (the old airport).

There are 12 models. Do you know more than seven?

Ah, what can I write? I like the light. Light in general. Light everywhere.

Lehrter Bahnhof architecture, again. See for yourself.

Just a lamp. Outside Tempelhof.

A speaker from the inside, at Tempelhof airport.

That's it for today. Good Day and good luck.

2006-10-17T03:34:00.000+02:00

Hello, and good morning.
New perspectives of Berlin (or any other town):

This one is taken in the underground tunnels of the Alexanderplatz (Berlin), which are constantly reconstructed (the tunnels and the square).
But here you can only see the lights (more than four I think, therefore I suffer?) and some human beings. It's not peak time.

A bench on the Südkreuz train station. The Südkreuz (South Cross) is one of four major stations on the Berlin circle line (the others are East Cross, West Cross and, you can guess it already, Health Fountain (Gesundbrunnen in german); don't ask).

Just some distorted reflection of something glued to a window in an underground station (Samariterstreet I think). Nothing to tell.

What can I say?
I think it asked to take o photograph of it, otherwise I would just have run over it.
There are so many gutters in big cities, you don't recognize them anymore. It's like with the people.

Ahhh, I was just bored while taking the Circle Line (no other public transportation line in Berlin has a name, only numbers like 1, 2, 5, 8, 9, combined with an S or U or M or some other letter, depending what kind of service you take) so I captured my astonishing neighbour seat(s),

Alexanderplatz, underground line 8 platform, signalling device?

Sometimes I have heavy tremors in my hands.
And sometimes something "nice" cums ot of them.
Sorry, got no clue what I'm talking about.

A friend of the gutter, at least a close one, about thriteen metres or so.
Nothing else was gathered.

Seems what it ist, but it's only the floor of an underground train.
And tremors again. My hands will rest now.

2006-10-13T05:00:00.000+02:00

I'm really tired to write down some thoughts and comments accompaning the following photographs.

But some thoughts, or short blinks of something like thoughts, are "hidden" in the pictures.

And now for something completely sh...

2006-10-12T01:00:00.000+02:00

Ahh, after failures for three times, finally something to see.
But without comments today.
Sleep well.

2006-09-26T14:51:00.000+02:00

As I'm really surprised, that this frack is read, I update you with more of my strange fellas.
Yeah, I call my photographs fellas, like Tori calls her songs her girls. So, what the ... .

Where I live now for the last 3 days, Bermondsey, there is a school. You can hear all the pupils shouting and you can hear two teachers shouting, through their public announcement (PA). It sounds like a detention center for juveniles. As soon as the pupils make their hard to ignore mating sounds the teachers pop in via PA, swear a little, without the use of proper swearing words ofcourse, the pupils fall silent. Again and again. Until the next lesson starts.

Okay. Here is the dip.

This was a club we went to. No entry, cheap drinks, and a very full dancefloor. Sorry for no more pictures, I was occupied with holding a cup while moving through the masses.

On our way home. Sorry for the quality, I was filled with a lot of dancing molecules.

While we ate chips at Piccadilly Circus, the dancing molecules demanded more energy, I saw this human being sleeping there while all the drunk crowds and cars moved around.

If you believe it or not, this was on purpose.

One minute away from Hyde Park/Marble Arch. The camera must be really depressed.

Another day at Piccadilly Circus. And I thought it to be bigger, but it's called the "Navel of the World" by Londoners (I read it somewhere), so who ever saw a big one, hands up.
Ah, me and my phantasies.

And again, this was with intent.

As seen from the ground. If you're in the Centre of London, you should look at the sky as often as you can, because at nighttime the stars can not be seen, only on special occasions.
And if you're lucky, there won't be a plane obstructing your view.

Ah, the London Public Transport is very mindful for your safety. The always remind you, every 0.5 station or so, that you should take all your belongings with you, or that you have to mind the gaps, every station three or more times.
Maybe it's not like this everywhere.
And some of the rail or underground stations are bigger than some german airports, Schönefeld for example. They really love big architecture.
But why are the flats so small and narrow?

Okay, thanks for reading and viewing.
Have a pleasant day, especially You.

2006-09-23T18:48:00.000+02:00

As I'm sitting in Bermoundsey, listening to young, gone mad, children and juveniles on the stree just behind the Council House I'm staying at, I give you some fracked up photographs I took in London.

A pigeon taking a rest during lunchtime at the British Library.

The ceiling of the bathroom in the Council House.

I really don't know what it's called, but it's the nearest bridge right now.

This is a Tesco supermarket from the inside, while its racks are being refilled by more jobbers than customers at 23:47. It's only closed on Saturday and Sunday night.

It's just a lamp north of Southbank. Nothing fancy.

Okay, goodbye then, to all You avid readers. (One, maybe two, or more?)

2006-08-02T23:28:00.000+02:00

Just an experiment with overexposure.

2006-08-01T22:53:00.000+02:00

Hello

My name is Gregor, and I was just curios how easy it is to setup such a communication relay station.
Not that I have to say much about the ongoings in the world, maybe some thoughts that cross my mind.

But at least I can show some pictures I made during my journeys through life as we know it,
even if they would be better kept on some discussion board for photography.

And hey, I can at least try to describe the woundeful boring life of a student with much to much time under his hands.

Good night, and good morning.