Signals

A blue hour gathers in the cup left untouched beside the window.

Multiple personalities can be a sign of mastery or schizophrenia. Yet both are illusions.

Everything is there, in the farthest reaches of the world and just as close to you, here and now.

A little dust crossed the sunbeam, carrying the whole room somewhere else.

Last night, the cycle of productive insomnia resumed and gave way to a deep sleep.

Don't miss: The Sad Grape feat. The Anxious Elderberry

Nicht verpassen: Die traurige Traube feat. Der angstgestörte Holunder.

A moth kept circling the lamp after the room had learned to be dark.

What's the name of the inner observer of your thoughts?

When I turn my eyes backwards by 180 degree, I can see someone observing me. WTF!

The moon was already there before the sky got dark.

At dusk, the empty cup held a small, blue reflection of somewhere else.

My thoughts are not me. If I can observe my thoughts, then I cannot be what I am observing.

The wind changed, but one cloud still hung above the house.

What would change if I truly allowed relationships, without expecting them to last forever?

Tonight, even the empty cup seemed to remember the hand that left it.

To end pain and suffering, one must also end pleasure and happiness...Hone your Detachment

The reality has been occupied and is dominated by extroverted people.

What is the next level of human evolution?

Which animal would you like to grow old as?

The moon was clear enough. It was we who were not.

Love everyone

Do I have to be scared of AI?

I followed the scent of today’s rain until it became a hidden memory from my childhood.

Only for a moment.

Tonight, the ceiling keeps a small ocean above my sleep.

Chills down my spine as the aether drifts, When autumn's earth towards Venus shifts.

Something seems out of control. But I stay centered.

The evening kept my name warm after I had forgotten it.

Why must we die?

I dance with the universe ~ now ~ and feel my far away beauty, here.

Was sich hinter mir vervielfacht, muss nicht vor mir liegen.

Ein Leben gut führen heißt nicht, es richtig zu leben.

Can you make me disappear?

The universe rejected my message.

Yesterday in the forest: One tree was moving although there was no wind.

Someone moved the chair closer to my bed while I was asleep.

I woke up in the wrong room. Everything in it belonged to me.

The door was open. I remained outside, waiting for permission from no one.

How do I know if I actually want to do this or if I'm just doing it so people won't be mad at me?

At the graveyard, something rustled behind a gravestone. I looked behind it, but there was nothing.

At 3 am at night, I picked up the old, analogue phone and called the universe. Beep, beep, beep ...

TTU is incredibly grateful to SK and AG for their constant support of the project. 🙏🙌✨

Why did you wake up this morning?

Some silences arrive carrying my name, then leave it colder than before.

In which human language does one tell anything to the Universe?

Alles ist was es ist und nichts ist ohne Bedeutung.

I carry my silence like a small, patient moon.

Mi ne devas superi ion ajn por esti tuta.

Wer bin ich eigentlich, wenn ich mich selbst nicht als Aufgabe behandle?

I keep a small silence where the world can pass without breaking me.

A quiet seam opens; I feel the world breathe through it.

Sometimes I am loosing my body and get lost in silent voidness. It is feeling strange but safe.

Only resistance reveals which line wasn't merely swept along.

I wish I didn't have to be alone to be completely with myself.

I would like to dwell quietly within myself while others are present.

I thought things only lasted if I held them together through sheer effort and duty.

Just because things appear side by side doesn’t mean they have to stem from the same rhythm.

Some things become clearer when they are placed differently within the picture.

Love is all you need.