Excerpt:
Colour woke up early — and found itself in my snout.

H2: Birth by Light

The paper caught fire, politely.
Orange danced with pink, purple crashed the party.
I appeared somewhere between hue and hope.
No brush, no order — just pure chromatic gossip.
Ich bin Schwein aus Farbe geboren,
ein Pigment auf der Suche nach Bedeutung.

H3: Snout as Sunrise

I inhale dusk, exhale dawn.
My nose glows like a small philosophy.
You can’t look away — that’s the point.
Each shadow is a leftover from brightness.
Each line, a tremor of possibility.
The world blinks; I continue shining.

H2: Dialogue mit dem Licht

Light: You’re using me too much.
Pig: You’re the only thing I trust.
Light: You’ll burn out.
Pig: Perfect — that’s performance art.
Together we improvise eternity in three brushstrokes.

H3: Abschlussoink – A Glow That Thinks

I am the fever dream of geometry,
the warmth of nonsense made visible.
Dada calls it delirium.
I call it daylight with opinions.
Stay near me —
your shadow looks happier here.