He pushed open the door just wide enough to slip through. The light outside was already beginning to fade; shadows crept out of the ground.

A brother and a sister and a silence that accompanies them since childhood. A silence that takes many forms and means many things.

“Follow me,” I said as I walked down the flight of stairs. Quickly, I approached my red bike. Squeaky, we called her.

“Dead bodies? Really?” He said and sighed, looking back into the trunk.

"The period is part of our lives, and we all find our own way of dealing with it." Yet, often, it is still a taboo topic, also in sport.

"I’m your false redemption. I’m your eternal burden. I’m your folly’s incarnation"

"Once upon a time, in another world, a world far from ours where equality reigned, justice and freedom, ..."

"I clear my throat. My voice fails me."

"it rains more often now that summer ends"

"I wanted to get away from the stereotype and do something else." - A comic by Jakob Dittmar.

“A past so vast. A present unpleasant. A future full of fracture.” The voice was mine own. But those were not my words...

A collaborative aquarelle painting.

Within the urban middle and upper classes of Western society, gig work has become a common commodity which relies on normalized hierarchies.