I like hands. When I wrote poems, hands and hugs were motives that would come back every now nd then. Sometimes, when I am on my commute from work, I watch people’s hands in the U-Bahn. I don’t know where this comes from, but I like to observe (however weird this might sound).

Last night, I was dreaming about someone special’s hands.

Occam – I Was A Derwish

Enchanted by memories

I am driving my Mom’s car on the way home from the Radio to my Granny. It’s a dark summer night, I am driving through the hills, having the windows down, listening to this song on full volume. I feel like I found the perfect soundtrack for that specific evening. This song is a time capsule. I can even feel the scent of that summer night ride when listening to it.

Occam – Midnight Taper