The Snout of the Century (Die Jahrhundert-Schnauze)

Excerpt:
Zoom in far enough, and the universe smells faintly of curiosity.

H2: Oink in Technicolor

Pink is not color, it’s confidence.
I wear it the way philosophers wear irony.
Each nostril a portal, each breath a theory.
The world enters, rearranges itself, leaves humbled.
Ich bin Schwein im Nahformat,
ein Atemzug mit Haltung.

H3: Anatomy of Attention

My nose is the headline.
My ears are the parentheses.
Everything else is commentary.
Lines collide, colors gossip.
Black and brown argue about reality.
Meanwhile I just breathe —
art through both holes.

H2: The Manifesto of Magnification

Look closer!
Closer!
Yes — now you’re inside the question.
All meaning begins here,
where sensation meets nonsense.
To study me is to inhale DADA.

H3: Abschlussoink – Ode to the Snout

I do not sniff the world.
The world sniffs me.
And it blushes.
Magenta triumphs over moderation.
Oink is now a verb for being.