Soyuz rocket on its launch platform. In: Werner Buedeler: Geschichte der Raumfahrt. Sigloch Edition, 1998.
“BERLIN is like Nowhere, everybody who lives here is LOST”
(sorry, needed to alter this phrase a little..cuz it applies to my hometown as well. most interesting part is: the wall came down a long long time ago, nomansland is gone, but still the certain nowhere-feeling is still preserved somehow. most of the time i am glad about it because it adapts to my general inner feeling/mood…but then there are days where i wish it wouldn’t be that way because i get the feeling it provokes said feeling/mood inside of me to get even worse…)
Dear diary, what a day. I swear I’ve never been so depressed, miserable, and lonely in my entire life. It’s like I know there’s got to be somebody out there somewhere… just one person in this huge, horrible, unhappy universe who can hold me in their arms and tell me everything is going to be okay. And how long do I have to wait before that person shows up. I feel like I’m sinking deeper and deeper into quicksand… watching everyone around me die a slow, agonizing, death. It’s like we all know way down in our souls that our generation is going to witness the end of everything. You can see it in our eyes. It’s in mine, look. I’m doomed. I’m only 18 years-old and I’m totally doomed.