This city is a sad play,
with the most bone-chilling...

You stare at the laundry,
touch the walls...

I wonder if death
takes us to the sun...

The bruises are
disappearing...

This world will not end with
a Big Bang. There...

This is my first attempt at writing Deutsch...
There it is...

At 2:36 a.m., I try to
to figure out why depression...

When things start falling,
the ceiling crumbling...

Stay still.
Choose a steady wall, a corner...

It is quiet, the night. Thoughts
are falcons, my heart is...

In an air-conditioned,
crowded mall...

We, right here, in
the furthest east...