Why so sad all the time?
Take in the joy of every moment, even if it's not ideal. Life is an absurdist fayre-show ride, you never know what's around the next corner...
As I explained in a previous German answer, joy has never been able to offer me the same as sorrow. In a way, it is a barter, a pact, if you will; I give away my joy and find inspiration in sorrow, longing and melancholy.
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?
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.
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.
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.
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