I can’t hear you

I can’t hear you

by | Jun 15, 2026 | Between the Lines

No matter what you say,no matter what you do.I’m trapped inside myself.And I can’t find a way out. I scream,apparently to protect myself.But from what?I think I hear you,but it’s just my filters. You say, “You only hear your own echo,”and all I hear...
You, I, one, we

You, I, one, we

by | May 18, 2026 | Between the Lines

Some of you may have noticed that, for the most part, I don’t write about “you” or the very general “one” in my texts. Every now and then, I share a personal story of my own to be more personal and precise. Most of the time, however, I write observations about “us”—as...
Frosty, My Freeze Dryer

Frosty, My Freeze Dryer

by | May 10, 2026 | Between the Lines

Not everyone named Frosty has to be a snowman. “Oh cool, you have a freeze dryer! I’ve been thinking about buying a dehydrator or a freeze dryer myself!”—That, or something similar, was a common reaction to my new “family member”, which I named “Frosty” on...
One of those days/weeks/months…

One of those days/weeks/months…

by | Nov 1, 2015 | Between the Lines

Have you ever had a time in your life where it felt almost impossible to sit at the computer one more second than absolutely necessary? Well, that’s what happened to me. Somehow I was functioning, but my inspiration was missing. I had ideas of what to write...
Home is where my heart is

Home is where my heart is

by | Mar 25, 2015 | Between the Lines

I’ve been asking myself: When does a house become a home? – Well, I found the answer in an old folk song (probably from the Natives of North America, but I never verified it): I’ve been travelling a day,I’ve been travelling a year,I’ve...