The end is near..

at least the end of my summer holidays. I’m feeling somewhat edgy as though there’s plenty of stuff to do I’m still feeling rest- and aimless.

Weather started to suck since I came back from Vienna last Friday. While it already was foggy round my corner of this world it grew worse ever since. I think I can differentiate between certain shades of rain by now. Even worse I can’t practice archery while it’s raining. At least I’m not the only one chased by clouds.

I’ve started to think about which sports related university courses should be attended this year and settled for (surprise!) Archery and indoor climbing. Maybe I will do some meditation stuff too, might serve me well. The response of my friends is the same as usual, most fear that I’ll hurt myself in some way. My life seems to turned dull in the last couple of weeks, time to start taking it back.

My last week’s Viennese visit brought me a reading by Terry Pratchet, which was quite a lot of fun. On the downside there were too many people around to get my book signed. The last three years in Vienna were marked by an absence of museum visits but this may be changing right now. I swear, that I will try to visit the “why pictures now” exhibition at the museum for modern art real hard. Really hard.

I’m currently enjoying a Nick Hornby book: A long way down. It’s the story of four suicides, how they met at the edge of jumping and what happened afterwards. It’s written in the view of the four protagonists which are:

• a mother of a disabled child: godly, a little bit fallen behind, never seen much of the world
• an cynic ex television show host, which fell down after some ‘incident’ including a 15 year old, some nightclubs, his, now, ex-wife and children
• a 18-year old woman that is totally bonkers after loosing her boyfriend (which she stalked afterwards). She also lost her girlfriend is daughter of the minister for education
• and an equally young ex-pre-rockstar which is totally lost in england

The book lives by its description of different scenes by the four protagonists, being easy to put yourself into their places makes the book even more spicier.

Let’s close the post with some lyrics:

Now the snow falls down like it’s falling on an ocean, dead and empty.
By the railroad tracks where they used to go and come, now they don’t come back.
You can hear the rust going up the throughways,
and down the alleys where they stole this town from the frontier.
I can seem them trying to steal it back.

Audioslave, Broken city

I wanted to use some GodSmack lyrics, but ‘Spiral’ and ‘Voodoo’ are way to depressing (former) or just weird (latter).

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