I cannot touch it, but in the wind.
Oh, if only I had a time machine. “The Soldier, the Maid and the Miss” – a short story written in loving tribute of my favorite series of all time, The Twilight Zone (1959-64).
Behind foggy glasses they ask me if I want to bleib (stay) here for immer (always) / Immer is such a long dirty word
For long they’ve been leaving their mark in the literary world – way before the girl came along with her dragon tattoo.
“Maybe my chauffeur could read my mind, or my body language, or smell my intent. Or see my hand on the door handle. It was the moment of truth.”
Interview with James Miller, music critic, unauthorized biographer of philosophy legends.