INFP/INTP (Healer/Architect),
depending on the day it seems.

I'll patch tomorrow what I design today. All built to cease, we happen in the meanwhile -- that's what we call life.

Mostly outside the better known boxes, your typical continental philosopher in a blue-collar job. The coffee is good, the characters amusing. What does one man need, what doesn't he?

I won't be your sugar daddy. I won't be your damned fool in distress either. I may cry if I see a dead animal on the side of the road. Once I fought a man, twice I didn't.

Trees are magnificent beings, buildings please the eye selectively. We have no mountains, but the waters are plentiful.

Blooming on heavy highways, thriving on scarcity.

It's a long way up. To stall is to think you're already there.

(This program brought to you by the International Association for Proliferation of Pretentiousness)

Work, sleep, the rest shamelessly wasted on whatever amuses the mind.

At least the ashes should go to space.

Changing subjects, going without knowing.

On Earth I boil quite decent water.

Never asked. I seem to attract pretty open-minded and cultured people, if that tells anything. Maybe it's the Rolex I'm not wearing.

Fiction, nonfiction. Philosophers, wanderers, metaphysicists, hedonists, asceticists, the ones who tear this all apart. Nietzsche. Jung. Weil. Kierkegaard. Nabokov. Kafka. Borges. Kristeva. Derrida for the laughs.

Tarkovsky, Von Trier, Marker, Allen, Herzog, "new wave", other old bores. Barbarella, Zardoz. Wonder Showzen. Black Books.

Ambient to Yé-ye, Baroque to Zeuhl. J.S. Bach, Satie (good guy), Goldfrapp, Pixies, Miles Davis (bad guy), Morrissey, Kate Bush, Nick Cave, Queens of the Stone Age, Amon Tobin, Múm, Savant + 1001. Progressive, regressive, minimal, massive. No diagnosed schizophrenia. Latest novelties electro-house, complextro, whatnot. Rocks keep rolling.

Anything but insects, raw intestines, or unwashed sterns.

Eating too little.
Aspiring to the next level.
D:
Google & beyond.
Banalities of everyday existence.
etc.

Peoples, places, planets. Mostly the one I know. Alive and dead.

Things I've heard and thoughts I've seen. Those I'm yet to see or not, do or not, be or not.

The usual suspects.

On the internet. Abroad. Anxious to get out of here.

I don't much care about the actors and actresses.

you value a good catastrophe above lukewarm comfort zones.

(Let it be known, though, that I'm not currently looking for any kind of intimate relationship. New friends are always welcome.)