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Between Madness and Probability

If that's too much for you, you might want to read elsewhere.

What you’ll find here are traces, thoughts, fractures, and gaps. Not a finished picture, but a fabric woven from attempts, memories, and possibilities. Maybe you’ll spot a pattern. Maybe you’ll get lost. Maybe you’ll find yourself. Or something entirely different.

Park. Charge. Done.

Park. Charge. Done.

How a smart parking spot could simplify E-Mobility

Electric cars are already practical, efficient, and quiet. But anyone who charges regularly knows: the current system doesn’t make it easy. Charging stations are often taken or hard to reach, cables drag through dirt, apps don’t connect – and all...

27th Jul 2025
No System, Only Sense

No System, Only Sense

An attempt at understanding without a system.

Sometimes it seems that learning is mistaken for acquisition. For order. For progress. Yet what we truly remember is often incomplete. Fragments. Scraps. A thought on a bus. A sentence from a book we never finished. And still, something remains.

What...

25th Jul 2025
The Devil in the Cinema

The Devil in the Cinema

A Step Through the Wall

He didn’t know how he had ended up there. The room was dark, almost velvety, filled with muted light and whispered voices coming from speakers he couldn’t see. In front of him stretched the rows of a movie theater, empty except for a handful of people staring motionlessly i...

25th Jul 2025
A Rhythm for Many Voices

A Rhythm for Many Voices

Why Inner Order Has More to Do with Music Than with Discipline

Perhaps personality is not a house with rooms to enter or avoid, but an orchestra composed of many inner voices. Not a metaphor for harmony, but a structure for living interplay. Each part is an instrument, carrying its own sound, its...

25th Jun 2025
A letter to Us

A letter to Us

Words from a Time Long Past

Archive Record D-2147. Transcription Unit: KIV-03 "Mirai". Accessed: November 23, 2083

She discovered it by chance, tucked between incomplete weather data and a collection of chat fragments from the early 21st century. The file carried no metadata, no sender, no times...

22nd Jun 2025
For a friend

For a friend

The Alluring Sound of Silence

First evening, then night, then waking alone. A tremble at dawn, no joy to be shown. A tired thought, then a spark burning bright. Then day, then evening, and back into night.

A tremble at morning, so quiet, so bare. The spark from before is no longer there. A tired...

20th Jun 2025