Why So Sad All The Time?

Do you only write poetry or other things as well? What about erotic writings? Can you please share that?

I also write other things besides poetry, and I am no stranger to erotic writings. But I still have to deny your request, because there are reasons why I do not share these writings publicly.

Deutet es nicht auf etwas grundlegend tragisches in unserer Art hin, wenn wir versuchen, jeden Augenblick mit Trivialität zu füllen, nur um das Gespräch mit der fremden Stimme im eigenen Körper zu vermeiden? Und ist es nicht faszinierend, dass wir ein gesamtes Leben auf einer angenommenen Identität aufbauen, einer schillernden, brüchigen Illusion, die der Tod binnen weniger Momente zerschlägt?

Weltenasche

Heey I know it's not the usual subject of your blog but I find it really interesting to hear a bit about game development if you don't mind (▰˘◡˘▰) Like what would someone need to develop a game? Is it hard? Could I do it and how much time would I need?

Since you kept your questions quite general, my answer to most of these would be “it depends”, as game development is a very broad field.

The answers would depend a lot on what kind of game you want to develop, what tools you use, whether you create all your assets yourself or buy them, what previous experience you have, … and so on.

Could you be a bit more specific?

Flower

Deep into the dark of night

a single seed was cast to earth;

buried with no star in sight

hoping for a loving birth.

And a flower was to rise

from the dusty ground it grew;

could I really trust my eyes

when all I saw in it was you?

And I watered it with tears

and given it your name;

still it wilted in its fears

was I the one to blame?

by Weltenasche.

Ungeboren

Viele lange Jahre schon

atmen wir die gleiche Luft

und fasse ich an meine Brust

so spüre ich die tiefe Kluft.

Viele lange Nächte schon

verbrachte ich allein für mich

und streift ein einzelner Gedanke mich

so ist er meist bedauerlich.

Viel zu lange schon

war ich nicht was du erhofft

doch nicht genug

das war ich oft.

In deinen fremden Augen stets

war ich nur der spitze Dorn

doch eines Wunsches sind wir gleich:

Wär' ich doch nur nie geborn.

by Weltenasche.

AG

Das stille Wort auf meiner Zunge

der warme Klang in deinem Ohr

ungesprochen;

ruht in den Lungen

was einst in Liebe trat hervor.

Verlor mich doch so häufig

in der Röte deiner Wangen

geboren zarter Worte

gehüllt;

in Sehnsucht und Verlangen.

Doch schon lange schweigen sie

still, gefesselt;

Nacht um Nacht

leben nun in Fantasie

die nur noch im Traum erwacht.

by Weltenasche.

Are you a jealous person?

In short: No, I don't see the point of jealousy.

In long: I am aware that rationality and feelings do not always get along, but I trusted the people I wanted to trust and thus had no reason for jealousy and did not value those I did not trust enough to justify the arising of jealousy.

Do you have a favourite ink? Where did you buy that ink?

I made my favorite ink myself, following instructions from a well-known calligrapher and subsequent refinements and adjustments by me to suit my taste.

When it comes to purchasable ink, I prefer those of Rohrer & Klingner; especially their iron gall ink (german: Eisengallustinte) "scabiosa".

I just buy them from some of their resellers; A german one would be: https://www.feder-fuehrend.de/

It is sad to see that you have such a wrong image of yourself, you are such a sweet, romantic and talented man <3

Is it really me who has a false image of myself, or is it you? You know me through a self-directed blog with selected content, I've known myself for over a quarter of a century, completely without euphemisms and in raw form.

Is that your cat? She is so cute!! And I like your veiny hands ^^ are your arms also that veiny?

No, the cat belongs to a friend of mine. Regarding the arms, you tell me.