The Third Word

Recently I met a woman who reacted very enthusiastically when after lunch we were given ice cream for dessert. She clapped in her hands and got a huge smile on her face. Continue Reading →

Dirty dishes

The jacket you see hanging in this tree is not my mother’s. She would never wear a jacket like this. My mother only wears jackets that are warm and comfortable, are both wind- and water-resistant and have flashy colors which make you clearly visible for oncoming traffic. Continue Reading →

The Zone

There is this German photographer, Christoph Irrgang, who’s ideal is being invisible. Irrgang is an art photographer in the literal sense of the word. He takes pictures of art. Continue Reading →

Anonymous

My mother next to Charisse on the sofa. Over the last few days she’d sometimes been afraid – she’d been seeing ghosts around her. Continue Reading →