Post-everything
Here I am. Back in the hood. Without Robin. Without my heart. Without humour (apparently). I look at my feet. They are moving. But just them. Nothing else moves me. I don’t know what Berlin is for me anymore. Yeah, …
Here I am. Back in the hood. Without Robin. Without my heart. Without humour (apparently). I look at my feet. They are moving. But just them. Nothing else moves me. I don’t know what Berlin is for me anymore. Yeah, …
Push forward. Play backward. Nothing matters. Nothing gets you anywhere. You are stuck. Walls are surrounding you. They are looking fresh, not frightening. Green giants which show, not tell. Sometimes they even whisper or is it just you imagining that? …
I promised it and now it is finally here: the S-Mixtape. Good for you I didn’t do it! Mister Dynmk (aka Jayayayay) sat down for hours and days and weeks to produce this tight ass shit. The people around me …
Step by step. Patience. You have time on your hand. No rush. Just enjoy everything to the fullest. Take it, take your time to explore, to collect, to absorb, to feel. Reconnect. You were lost once. Pieces of you still …
You think you know what to expect after getting in that car, at the end of the road. There should be sunshine and it should feel secure. You should feel secure and be excited. There is a written map burned-in …
Dinge passieren. Schlechte und gute. Und sie passieren schlechten und guten Menschen. Gute Dinge vergisst man schnell. Obwohl man von ihnen zehren sollte, ernährt man sich von den schlechten. Man setzt sie auf “repeat”, ob im Kopf oder im Herzen. …
I’m just sitting here, in a room filled with dreams. Some of them came true. Most of them didn’t. And I can’t differentiate. A damn dream limbo. Without music. Without a pole. Just a loop I can’t escape. It’s like …