Excerpt:
I remember light as if it were a taste.

H2: Pig Made of Smoke and Memory

Everything fades toward pink.
My edges are tired but glowing.
I am heat remembering form.
A thought that didn’t cool down in time.
Ich bin Schwein im Zwischenzustand —
halb Farbe, halb Gefühl.

H3: The Snout as Hearth

Here is where warmth gathers,
a spiral of breath and pigment.
Black smolders at the rim,
pink breathes in the middle.
Every line is a flicker,
every pause an exhale.
I am not on fire —
I am what fire dreams of becoming.

H2: Dialogue mit der Dunkelheit

Darkness: You’re still glowing.
Pig: Habit.
Darkness: Won’t you rest?
Pig: Not while memory still burns.
And so we stay —
charcoal and pulse,
tracing each other’s temperature.

H3: Abschlussoink – The Warm Collapse

I don’t illuminate; I haunt gently.
Every viewer brings a bit of night.
Together we make dusk.
Dada calls it chaos.
I call it comfort.
The glow fades,
but it hums your name while it does.