Excerpt:
I am 70% atmosphere, 30% intuition.

H2: The Forecast

Expect scattered thoughts,
a chance of revelation,
and brief but intense moments of oink.
My snout predicts light rain in magenta,
with sunshine in the margins.
Ich bin Schwein im Aggregatzustand des Frühlings.

H3: Color Dialogue

Yellow: I am optimism, freshly sharpened.
Green: I am envy pretending to be growth.
Pink: I am nostalgia in drag.
Pig: I contain multitudes — and pollen.

The palette hums like gossip between clouds.

H2: The Anatomy of Blur

My outlines went for a walk and never returned.
Now I live in gradients.
My face is a conversation between maybe and almost.
Every scribble is a sigh.
Every hue remembers the last laugh of light.

H3: Abschlussoink – Atmospheric Conclusion

Look closely: I’m not disappearing,
I’m expanding.
I am weather with eyes,
breathing art through the pores of colour.
DADA calls it nonsense.
But nonsense, my friend,
is the most accurate forecast we have.