Author: Dr. Stephan Pflaum

Prologue The night leans forward,dressed in violet applause.Feet slide across the wet glow —a choreography of vanishing. Body I Law one: Identity blurs under neon.Law two: Hats remember what faces forget.Law three: Color travels faster than thought. We glide in rhythm with ourselves,coats whispering like secret treaties.Each step erases the… read more – weiterlesen The Parade of Disappearing Hats

Prologue Amber spills across the furniture,blue stands guard in silk verticals.The lamp glows like a thought that forgot its question,and decided to rest. Body I Law one: Light only exists when noticed.Law two: Shadows improvise in minor keys.Law three: Silence has furniture — it’s called patience. I sit unseen inside… read more – weiterlesen Lamp Sonata in C Warm Major

Prologue Dark hum behind rose fire.An eye, awake and unafraid of blur.The world narrows to a single breath —and still, it glows. Body I Law one: Shadow is just color holding its breath.Law two: What you hide becomes radiant.Law three: Eyes remember what lines forget. I lean into the soft… read more – weiterlesen The Half-Seen Snout

Prologue The sea forgot its waves,so it lent them to your face.Calm ink, calm breath —you exist between hush and hue. Body I Law one: Blue listens better than any god.Law two: Lines are only boundaries if you believe them.Law three: Every snout contains an ocean in miniature. I float… read more – weiterlesen Aqua Oink

Prologue Soft brown air drifts like a lullaby.The light smells faintly of nostalgia.I hear paper rustle —perhaps it’s breathing. Body I Law one: All memory turns gold before it fades.Law two: Eyes keep secrets from their reflections.Law three: Even silence ages, tenderly. I am drawn in pigment past and pencil… read more – weiterlesen Golden Snout of Yesterday

Prologue A palm leans into gossip.The couch sighs in cognac tones.Shoes sleep on the floor,and the air smells faintly of déjà vu. Body I Law one: Furniture remembers conversations long after words fade.Law two: Plants dream of walking, pigs dream of philosophy.Law three: Every interior has a pulse — you… read more – weiterlesen Pig in the Parlor

Prologue Shade breathes, color waits.A snout emerges — half prayer, half question.The air smells of unfinished tenderness. Body I Law one: Magenta remembers what grey forgets.Law two: Every outline is a hesitation.Law three: To stare is to translate silence. I, the watcher of piggish calm,feel the ink pulse between sighs.Your… read more – weiterlesen Silent Oink in Graphite

Prologue Color collapses into snout-thought.Ink trembles like a half-forgotten name.Silence wears lipstick made of light.Everything is almost word. Body I Law one: Eyes absorb language until it squeals.Law two: Pink means maybe.Law three: Outlines refuse obedience — they wander home drunk. I am the sketch between intentions,a face both drawn… read more – weiterlesen Portrait of an Oink Unsaid

Prologue Swirl of pulse and snout.Wind tastes like raspberry thunder.Somewhere inside the spin —a pig dreams of stillness. Body I Law one: Gravity giggles in circles.Law two: Thought is a tail chasing itself.Law three: Noise and silence are twins in disguise. I spiral inward through pink velocity,snout-first into paradox.Every turn… read more – weiterlesen Oink Vortex

Prologue Afternoon folded into watercolor breath.Bottle dreams in green,vase hums in C minor.The flowers gossip about eternity. Body I Law one: Every petal keeps time by swaying.Law two: Shadows ferment slowly, like thought.Law three: Light, when trapped in glass, becomes a whispering wine. I, observer of stems and residue,count the… read more – weiterlesen Bouquet of Slightly Tipsy Suns

Prologue He sits, he sees, he hums the now.Air tastes like half-remembered sunlight.The background burns, polite. Body I Law one: Motion sleeps in color.Law two: Every thought has elbows.Law three: Silence prefers the key of F major. I, der sitter, watch the watching.My shadow drinks espresso from a tin cup.The… read more – weiterlesen Well-Tempered Blue Being

Prologue Ein Flur aus Farbe, ein Schweigen auf Rollen.Die Welt kippt nach vorn,jemand geht — oder wird gegangen.Ich höre Schritte aus Licht, die sich selbst verlieren. Body I Gesetz 1: Perspektive ist ein Tier, das rückwärts läuft.Gesetz 2: Pink ist die Erinnerung an Bewegung.Gesetz 3: Wer geht, hinterlässt Geschwindigkeit als… read more – weiterlesen The Corridor of Becoming