I want to change every 32 minutes.

Why I’m on Couchsurfing

To meet Franz Kafka once in person (or as a bug, I do not mind). He must be somewhere out there. I know it.

Interests

"The whole forrest grows for one single blueberry", wrote Karel Šebek, a czech surrealist poet, whose life steps (the visible, the one on the surface) ended up somewhere in Paris, ... where he is probably a clochard with the grace of the golden gaze, a mummified martyr of the beauty of a beast, the secret contender King of Ubu, ora vagabonding imaginary sad unicorn. Who knows. There are so many possibilities. So many idenities. And so many little, brittle moments (moths and butterflies), which can reveal us some nuances. inklings. ink spots. freckles of the mystery of doing, of human activity. The miseries and ecstasies of the ant hill called life.
Poetry. Lost souls. Hearty fiercy curiousity. Seeking minds. Music bugs in your head. Purple socks and red gloves. Literature. Exploring neglected, peripherical places. Day-dreaming and night-dreaming. Eager to explore what is behind the next tree.

• arts
• literature
• poetry
• music
• psychology
• imaginary worlds

Music, Movies, and Books

Movies: João César Monteiro, Pier Paolo Pasolini, Jan Švankmajer, Кіра Муратова.
Music: Vic Chesnutt: "You are never alone". / Troy von Balthazar: "Tiger vs. Pigeon". //The Saxophones: "If you are on the Water". /// Leonard Cohen: "Memories."
Literature: Adelheid Duvanel, Karel Jan Čapek, Clemens J. Setz, Tor Ulven, Peter Handke, Gwendolyn McEwan, Herberto Helder, Clarice Lispector, ...

(but yes. there are more! dare to ask.)