guess it is just a normal part of growing old, of being able to remember back on decades. i feel a growing surge to being able to look back at events in my life in chronological order. as a viewer only, not as a participant. to retrace my own path through this life. in detail. today i am starting up a company. last year was the year of quitting the machine of destruction. and of trying to move in with the hippie-community (which turned out to be a bunch of lost people following the most stupid among them). the years before that are blurred. to far away from my own spirit, working for the capitalism. i have been riding my velomobile, though. and i wish i could track that back. when have i been going where? the good moments and the bad. this thing took me pretty much everywhere i've been since i bought it in aug 2016. before that? only notes, such as this deviant journal enable me to piece things back together. i still know the outer shell of things. i know where i lived and roughly when
"Das Ziel ist Friede. Vielleicht bist du stark und Künstler genug - dann wirst du deine Ungenügsamkeit lieben lernen und Leben aus ihr schöpfen. Ich kann das nicht. [...]". Hesse "Freunde".
it is the soul of a human to be gifted with imagination. man can not only _remember_ as animals can, but he can also 'remember' things that never happened. that is a very good picture i think. to me this is proving a point that i don't need proof for: it is the meaning of man's existence to dream and to fantazise. but also to communicate these fantasies: art. love. sharing. simply because we can.