The notion of counting arises out of our intuitive experience of time that allows  (more…)

How does it come?

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Yesterday I saw a chafer, einen Maikäfer, and this after quite a hard winter. How does it come?

It was a first for both of us. I sensed your difference, your queerness. You had never dared to cross-dress in front of anyone and I had not yet been exposed to anything trans-. When it was dark and silent, hidden from the eyes of the world, you’d transform. Huddled at the back of your father’s shop, I watched in awe and wonder. You feared the streets, both full and empty. Finally, we walked out together.