Excerpt:
I am what remains when the noise decides to rest.

H2: The Shape of Quiet

Everything here moves slowly.
Pink folds into pink,
light leans forward and forgets its edges.
I am not drawn — I am exhaled.
Ich bin Schwein im Zustand des Atems.

H3: Snout as Memory

Two circles, soft as forgiveness.
They remember laughter,
but speak only in silence now.
The paper hums a lullaby of graphite and grace.
Every pigment a pulse,
every line a lingering touch.

H2: Dialogue with Stillness

Stillness: You’re too gentle for Dada.
Pig: Dada needs naps too.
Stillness: What are you dreaming of?
Pig: The space between colors.
And so they nap together,
in a cradle made of calm.

H3: Abschlussoink – The Tender Logic

I am not the end — I am the soft reboot.
After chaos comes hue.
After hue comes hush.
And if you listen closely,
you’ll hear it —
the world inhaling again,
quietly pink.