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 am made of hesitation and graphite sighs.

H2: The Minimal Oink

No background, no bravado.
Only geometry of grief.
My nose is two windows to nowhere.
Behind them:
a faint hum —
the sound of a missing pigment.
Oink minus o equals ink.

H3: Postscript from the Pencil Realm

You think you see a pig.
But really,
you see what’s left when enthusiasm sleeps.
I am the pause after pink.
The breath before absurdity.
Das Schwein, entleert, doch voller Bedeutung.