Pigture

Excerpt:Zoom in far enough, and the universe smells faintly of curiosity. H2: Oink in Technicolor Pink is not color, it’s confidence.I wear it the way philosophers wear irony.Each nostril a portal, each breath a theory.The world enters, rearranges itself, leaves humbled.Ich bin Schwein im Nahformat,ein Atemzug mit Haltung. H3: Anatomy of Attention My nose is … Read more

Excerpt:Every line is a vibration. I am the echo pretending to be flesh. H2: The Quiet Between Scribbles I’m drawn, not spoken.Each pencil stroke is a breath with edges.My form leaks softly into the white.Silence sketches me better than sound.Ich höre, wie der Strich atmet —ein Schwein im Zustand des Zuhörens. H3: Snout Sonata in … Read more

Excerpt:I no longer oink. I articulate. H2: Geometry Has Feelings Too Red is ambition.Black is memory.White is the pause between both.I am all of it — and none.My body is a plan that rebelled against itself.Ich bin Schwein mit Winkelmaß,ein Gedanke, der beschlossen hat, Form zu werden. H3: Snout Equation No. 1 Snout = Function … Read more

Excerpt:One eye open, one oink ahead of time. H2: Snout of Tomorrow I see you — but only in polygons.Color folds itself like origami emotion.Pink sharpens into prophecy.Behind me: black, the color of pause.Vor mir: die Möglichkeit einer neuen Farbe. My skin hums in gradients,my breath tastes like electricity.I am the future rendered in felt-tip … Read more

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 … Read more

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 … Read more

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 … Read more

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 … Read more

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 … Read more

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 … Read more