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It’s DaDa. Don’t search for (non-)sense, cause it’s senseless. Just enjoy the colors and the short story dada mind trip to break your Alltag. Es ist DaDa. Such nicht nach (Un-)Sinn, denn es ist sinnlos. Genieß einfach die Farben und den kurzen Dada-Gedankenausflug, um deinen Alltag zu unterbrechen. EN: Some trash walks on two legs, talks of conquest, wears Alexander’s colors like borrowed authority. Timokleia knows: not all garbage waits for collection day— some requires… read more – weiterlesen Timokleia bringt den Müll raus / Timokleia Takes Out the Trash

EN: It’s DaDa. Don’t search for (non-)sense, cause it’s senseless. Just enjoy the colors and the short story dada mind trip to interrupt your Alltag. The people stood too long on the cathedral square. Their colors grew tired of waiting, stepped out of their skin— the green wandered left, the purple took the escalator down. A child’s memory is a jigsaw assembled in the dark: here, an orange shoulder blade that never had a body,… read more – weiterlesen The People from Cathedral Square / Die Leute vom Domplatz

It’s DaDa. Don’t search for (non-)sense, cause it’s senseless. Just enjoy the colors and the short story dada mind trip to interrupt your Alltag. The chair arrived in pieces—purple throat, orange ribs, a skeleton that learned to hold weight by forgetting bones. She folded herself into angles the architect never drew. It became geometry’s favorite mistake. Pink whispered to green about the time before sitting was invented, when bodies stood like questions no one dared… read more – weiterlesen The Woman in the Sitting Machine / Die Frau in der Sitzmaschine

ENGLISH VERSION It’s DaDa. Don’t search for (non-)sense, cause it’s senseless. Just enjoy the colors and the short story dada mind trip to break your Alltag. The ferryman arrived drunk with geometry, his oars tangled in their own reflections. Every passenger became a color, every color a destination that moved when you tried to name it. Red argued with purple about which way was across. The black lines—his routes, his ropes, his certainties— knotted themselves… read more – weiterlesen The Ferryman’s Knot / Der Knoten des FährmannsImage

EN: It’s DaDa. Don’t search for (non-)sense, cause it’s senseless. Just enjoy the colors and the short story dada mind trip to break your Alltag. Again, the vortices arrived on schedule. Green collided with yellow at 6:47 precisely, pink spiraled through purple as predicted, the black holding them like a tired father who knows his children will never sleep. Time, which had promised to move forward, tangled itself into loops again— Tuesday nested inside Friday,… read more – weiterlesen The Usual Vortices of Color and Time / Die üblichen Wirbel aus Farbe und Zeit

EN: It’s DaDa. Don’t search for (non-)sense, cause it’s senseless. Just enjoy the colors and the short story dada mind trip to break your Alltag. The embarrassed pens apologized for their colors— too bright, they said, for an evening like this. The yellow had lost its center. The green spoke only in whispers. Blue announced it had forgotten how to dry. Still, they drew: loops that enclosed nothing, boundaries that admitted strangers without asking. The… read more – weiterlesen Embarrassment Picture in the Evening with Old Pens That Still Draw / Verlegenheitsbild am Abend mit alten Stiften, die noch malen

EN: It’s DaDa. Don’t search for (non-)sense, cause it’s senseless. Just enjoy the colors and the short story dada mind trip to break your Alltag. The Peloponnesian commuter understood that colors moved faster than people. At 7:43 each morning, he entered the yellow vortex on platform three, where orange rotated counterclockwise and green insisted on arriving before it departed. His briefcase contained three unripe Tuesdays and a Thursday that refused to speak. The other commuters—mere… read more – weiterlesen The Peloponnesian Commuter in Rush Hour Traffic / Der Peloponnesische Pendler im Berufsverkehr

It’s DaDa. Don’t search for (non-)sense, cause it’s senseless. Just enjoy the colors and the short story dada mind trip to interrupt your Alltag. EN: The violas tuned themselves to purple, strung with the gut of forgotten tennis balls. Each note a serve across the net of silence— fifteen-love in a minor key. Their eyes grew asymmetrical from watching the ball arc backwards through court lines painted in magenta, salmon, turquoise squares. Deuce meant playing… read more – weiterlesen Spiel, Satz und Sieg für zwei Gamben / Game, Set and Victory for Two Violas da Gamba

It’s DaDa. Don’t search for (non-)sense, cause it’s senseless. Just enjoy the colors and the short story dada mind trip to interrupt your Alltag. The orange surface filed for independence at 3 a.m.Pink territories wept into turquoise riverswho refused to acknowledge borders anymore. In the mirror, shapes traded placesbut forgot to swap their memories—now the left side dreams in coralwhile the right side tastes of yesterday’s yellow. Organic forms held a parliamentto vote on which… read more – weiterlesen The Orange Surface Takes Over / Die orange Fläche übernimmt

EN It’s DaDa. Don’t search for (non-)sense, cause it’s senseless. Just enjoy the colors and the short story dada mind trip to break your Alltag. She arrived at the waiting room without an appointment. This was correct—appointments are only for people who believe time moves forward. The receptionist, who was also the judge, handed her a form with no questions on it. “Fill this out with your intentions,” instructed the receptionist. “I have none,” she… read more – weiterlesen The Woman in the Waiting Room to (Fool’s) Freedom / Die Frau im Wartezimmer zur (Narren-)Freiheit