Excerpt:
I arrived before I was finished — and that’s the point.

H2: The Dawn According to Snout

Pink isn’t colour — it’s momentum.
It doesn’t stay; it insists.
My ears catch the static of tomorrow.
Behind me, orange argues with black —
the world reheating its contradictions.
Ich bin Schwein im Umbruch,
die kleine Revolution mit großen Augen.

H3: Monologue While Accelerating

I don’t pose. I vibrate.
The sketch can’t keep up with me.
Lines chase me like rumors of form.
I leave fingerprints on the paper,
hoofprints on time.
Oink is passé —
I roar in vowels now.

H2: Dialogue mit dem neuen Jahr

Year: What do you promise?
Pig: Nothing, but I’ll be loud about it.
Year: What will you change?
Pig: Everything visible. The invisible can rest.
They toast with ink and irony.
Confetti made of contour lines rains down.

H3: Abschlussoink – Manifesto in Magenta

Let the neat be nervous.
Let the chaos wear lipstick.
Let every error dance.
I am the prototype of possibility,
painted in pure yes.
Dada calls it nonsense.
I call it being alive,
with extra saturation.