Excerpt:
I forgot my outline, but found radiance instead.

H2: Where Colour Thinks

Pink flirts with orange.
Blue listens politely.
I am what happens when warmth remembers rhythm.
Every mark a heartbeat,
every shimmer an apology for shadow.
Ich bin Schwein, aufgelöst in Möglichkeit.

H3: Snout as Spectrum

My nose no longer smells — it glows.
It filters light like emotion through glass.
You can almost hear the hum of pigments,
soft, circular, slightly amused.
The air between colours is my true body.

H2: Dialogue mit dem Licht

Orange: I am memory.
Pink: I am mistake, repeated beautifully.
Blue: I am distance, pretending to be calm.
Pig: And I am all of you —
a breathing gradient with hooves.

H3: Abschlussoink – The Dissolving Statement

I step out of form, into frequency.
Edges are optional,
meaning is mobile.
Dada waves from the horizon:
“Finally,” it says, “you’ve painted silence.”