Taten und Opfer immer um 4



Things used to be much better...(?) holier (?)...simply the privity of the Trinity (!)


Ever since I can remember, the so-called Spirit is declared to die (guilt?)


Those who crave it, hunt it and run it off instead of giving it the space to transform into something new. 
The spirit is neither a label nor a ghost, it is the sphere of a moment. (creed-sensed)


I’m not better than them, i am a hounted, hunting mourner.
thats why I trie to legitimize myself to catch the spirit with a magic mise-en-scène (ritual),
instead of killing it with words.


To it (YOU) I offer the rest of my inSpiration. It shall grow out of me, so that I don’t choke on nostalgia.


You should give it a meaning and don’t consume it (like me) in desire (holy shit).


One more point: It's not a consumable product, it is your metaphor for the sense
and for this place sense is absolutly necessary