its hard to describe, but I suppose you know the moments, those weird kind of feelings - its nothing special, you feel filled up, flooded with inspiration though. A result of what i just spoke of is the following poem, a one I cant get off my mind, eventhoug I already wrote it down a few times!!! I think this makes it so special and present in my head.

Architekten

Wir zwei Kunstraum-Virtuosen,
haben Hirnurlaub im pauschalen Heim.
es gibt Bier und Spiritousen,
kippen Meinung in uns rein.

Geistige Getränke regen geistige Gespräche
mit sich und ich breche
mit ihnen! brech mit dir dieses Raster
- dieses Muster -
der gelehrten Wissenschustrer,
denn Kunst ist unser Laster.

I got a lot of different Inputs lately, I just dont have the time to do anything with it, thats why I wrote this in a very boring lecture the other day. Well, NOw that the Semester is over I will have some time to hold a brush once in a while again. yay