Liebe macht mich so wahnsinnig geistlos! At the toiletwall in a timeworn café in Prenzlauer Berg.

I must keep the fervency even if I am in a big city. I must live with all my senses open (even if that is a cliché).

sehnsucht=lengsel=yearning
wahrheit=sannhet=truth

Nietzsche: What then is truth? A moveable host of metaphors, metonymies and anthromorphisms: in short, a sum of human relations which have been poetically and rhetorically intensified, transferred, and embellished, and which, after long usage, seem to people to be fixed, canonical, and binding.

Truths are illusions which we have forgotten are illusions; they are metaphors which have become worn out and have been drained of sensuous force, coins which have lost their embossing and are now considered as metal and no longer as coins.