Author: Dr. Stephan Pflaum

Excerpt:They met between buildings that leaned like ideas after midnight. H2: Dialogue in Neon Left Pig: I smell architecture.Right Pig: I taste confusion.Left Pig: Are we art or accident?Right Pig: Yes. Behind them, windows gossip in yellow.The air hums in violet minor.Every color here has opinions —and none of them agree. Ich bin Schwein auf Asphalt,du bist Schwein im Gedanke.Together we form the Oinkscape. H3: City of Snouts Traffic light: green.Philosophy: blinking.A building sneezes geometry… read more – weiterlesen The Urban Pigs (Die Schweine von der Großstadt)

Excerpt:I once was round. Then logic arrived. H2: Pig Constructed in Theories Oink, interrupted by a theorem.My curve was deported to a triangle.The compass laughed, the ruler cried.I am architecture disguised as appetite.Every line is an apology to my former softness.Ich bin Schwein als Gleichung:1 + 1 = maybe. H3: The Snout Becomes Polygon My nostrils — two small black portals of abstraction.Not holes, but hypotheses.The world enters me as idea,leaves me as laughter.Each plane… read more – weiterlesen The Cubist Pig (Das Schwein im Winkel)

Excerpt:I am a whisper pretending to be a drawing. H2: When Line Becomes Breath The pencil sighs,and I appear — softly, almost politely.I am not drawn; I am murmured.My eyes remember the idea of eyes.My snout is a pair of portals,leading nowhere, but beautifully.Ich bin Schwein im Zustand des Nachklangs. H3: Dialogue Between Shade and Silence Shade: You are fading.Silence: So are you.Shade: Shall we call it peace?Silence: Call it Oinkvana.Together they hum the faint… read more – weiterlesen The Last Blue Thought (Das letzte blaue Denken)

Excerpt:When color left, silence stayed to draw the rest. H2: Anatomy of an Absence I am contour without conviction.A snout suspended between ink and afterthought.The artist whispered: stay still.I obeyed too well —now I am philosophy in pencil form.Ich bin Schwein im Modus „Denken“. H3: Monologue in Monochrome Blue is not color, it’s emotion on holiday.I wear it like a mood.No pink, no brown — only the echo of both.Each line trembles,as if remembering laughter.I… read more – weiterlesen The Blue Pig of Nothingness (Das Schwein im Denken)

Excerpt:I woke up pink and decided to stay that way. H2: Abstract of a Snout Too much line, too little logic.My face is a map drawn by thunder.I am pigment in panic —magenta having an existential meltdown.Ich bin kein Tier,ich bin ein Farbzustand. H3: Electric Monologue in Oink Major Oink, oink,ping —pause.The rhythm of confusion tastes like graphite.Someone tried to outline me,but I kept breathing.Each breath erased another boundary.I am blur as protest. H2: Chromatic… read more – weiterlesen The Pig Who Forgot the Edge (Das Schwein ohne Rand)

Excerpt:I breathe in question marks and exhale geometry. H2: The Architecture of Oink Behold — I am built from ellipses.My nose is a double doorway to eternity.Behind it: air, ink, und ein bisschen Schweinerei.The orange background burns like a sentence that forgot its verb.Ich bin fast sakral,a holy snout framed by mathematics. H3: Pretzel of Perception You see a pig.I see ∞.Between nostril and nostril — a wormhole of wonder.My symmetry is suspicious:too perfect to… read more – weiterlesen The Pretzel Pig (Das Schwein mit der Unendlichkeitsschnauze)

Excerpt:I have seen too much sunshine to believe in innocence. H2: Pig Contemplating Sky My thoughts are beige and slightly crooked.The world smells of pencil shavings and metaphors.Blue hums behind me — a flat infinity.I am the midpoint between cloud and curiosity.Ich denke, also schnauze ich. H3: Snout Meditation No. 3 Inhale: Oink.Exhale: Ohne Grund.Between these two syllables lives the mystery of being.My nostrils are twin telescopes,looking inward, searching for the origin of mud.Sometimes they… read more – weiterlesen The Philosophical Pig (Das nachdenkliche Schwein)

Excerpt:Half pink, half thought — I balance between color and consciousness. H2: Snout in Stereo Left side whispers “Oink.”Right side answers “Ja, aber philosophisch.”Together we hum a symmetry song.My face is a topographical map of confusion:mountains of magenta, valleys of violet doubt.Ich bin ein divided unity,the aesthetic of almost understanding. H3: Chromatic Diplomacy Blue negotiates with red across my forehead.They sign a treaty:“No more monochrome Mondays.”My nose ratifies it with two black seals —nostrils as… read more – weiterlesen The Symmetric Pig (Das geteilte Schwein)

Excerpt:Between shadow and schnitzel, I inhale the concept of pink. H2: The Mist of Meaning I appear only when the light forgets itself.My form? A rumor.My color? A question.Brown hums, grey listens,and somewhere a line decides to wobble.Ich bin Schwein und Stimmung,the echo of a crayon having second thoughts. H3: Snout Monologue “Dear Universe,” I oink softly,“why so serious?”Silence answers with graphite.Every stroke is a heartbeat;every smudge, a confession.I have no outline — I’m improvising… read more – weiterlesen The Whisper Pig (Das Schwein im Nebel)

Excerpt:Half of me remembers mud. The other half invents sky. H2: The Chromatic Snout I was born in a brushstroke — zack, pink became philosophy.Red said: “I am blood.”Blue replied: “I am thinking.”And suddenly, I existed:a contradiction in watercolor.Ich bin Schwein und Schatten,schnaufend im Regenbogenraum. H3: Eye of the Zwischenwelt Do you see me or does the blue see through you?My eye is not watching — it’s rehearsing.It practices being awake.Every blink is a small… read more – weiterlesen The Pig Between Rot and Blau