We spend one week at @lebensgut for the annual spring school of @hfgg_hochschule - one week of workshops, methodologies and philosophy. We learned about the challenges of transdisciplinary research, how to develop guidelines for interviews, how to conduct them and then code the material, about facilitating workshops and scientific writing, about sociocracy and qualitative feminist research, journalistic writing and creative processing, posters and interventions and this is not even all of it. After a day packed with input we debated, climbed trees or strolled through the eastern countryside. We made campfires and bread on sticks while the nightingale escalated in the background. A Kulturabend with performances, essays and poetry so sweet my eyes almost leaked water closed the week before we swarmed out again in all the different directions before we meet again in Koblenz when seminars start. Thank you, it was a feast!

1 - when agave fuck but this is not the whole truth actually agave a lot of fucks and now I don’t know what to do so many things to give a fuck about so many of us need care so much of it seems like blind luck so much of it is fundamentally unfair but through all the care we’re giving we are changing how we feel and how we feel will disposition what we are willing to believe the future is imaginary until it come right into play what we believe is possible defines the rules of our frames we’re framing and we’re being framed into little pixel squares we’re blocking ourselves cause it’s exhausting to be aware behind all these boxes we are sleeping without dreaming without feeling rested waking up to facism and didn’t learn our lesson 2 - ‘sewage surfer’ by Justin Hofman, Wildlife Photography of the year 2017 3 - Ann Lockley having a tea party with a young hawk and a lobster (1938), shot for the National Geographic story ‘We Live Alone and Like It - On An Island’ 4 - Quote from ‘Prison Notebooks’ (1929-1935) by Antonio Gramsci referring to his theory of ‘Interregnum’ - the time of monsters 5 - street art (2026), Roma-Trastevere 6 - ‘Drache und Löwe’ (1903), Hans Thoma 7 - Hinrichtungsstätte der Edelweißpiraten (1944), Köln-Ehrenfeld 8 - Dr. Bikrum Gill on Internationalism & National Liberation (Part I) for People‘s Academy hosted by @progintl_en (2026) 9 - Eiskraut (botanisch: Mesembryanthemum crystallinum), auch als Knotenblütige Mittagsblume oder Eisblume bekannt (2025), Sidi Boulfdayl, Morocco 10 - DO NOT PANIC, ORGANIZE 11 - Ursula Le Guin questioning the absolutism of the capitalist world order in her speech for the National Book Foundation’s Medal for Distinguished Contribution to American Letters (2014)

„Mein Flügel ist zum Schwung bereit, ich kehrte gern zurück (…)“ (Gerhard Scholem, Gruß vom Angelus, 1921) 1 - 📷 @sowiehiebenurmitw (2025) 2 - Free Gaza (2026), Via Nazionale, Rome 3 - ‚Crossing of the Red Sea‘ (1610s), Antonio Tempesta 4 - Pile of bison skulls hunted by European settlers almost to extinction (1892) to starve Native Americans and pressure them into reservations, Rougeville, Detroit, Michigan 5 - Street Art (2026), Piazza di Sant’Apollonia, Rome 6 - „Die Tradition der Unterdrückten belehrt uns darüber, daß der ›Ausnahmezustand‹, in dem wir leben, die Regel ist. Wir müssen zu einem Begriff der Geschichte kommen, der dem entspricht. Dann wird uns als unsere Aufgabe die Herbeiführung des wirklichen Ausnahmezustands vor Augen stehen; und dadurch wird unsere Position im Kampf gegen den Faschismus sich verbessern. Dessen Chance besteht nicht zuletzt darin, daß die Gegner ihm im Namen des Fortschritts als einer historischen Norm begegnen. - Das Staunen darüber, daß die Dinge, die wir erleben, im zwanzigsten Jahrhundert ›noch‹ möglich sind, ist kein philosophisches. Es steht nicht am Anfang einer Erkenntnis, es sei denn der, daß die Vorstellung von Geschichte, aus der es stammt, nicht zu halten ist.“ (‚Gesammelte Schriften, Thesen zum Begriff der Geschichte’ 1933), S.697, Walter Benjamin) 7 - Edelweiß on Motorbike (2026), Rome 8 - Edelweißpiraten (1933-45), NS Dokumentationszentrum der Stadt Köln 9 - „The lack of a comprehensible treatment of historical time, and failure to specify the rules of the game in the type of economy under discussion, make the theoretical apparatus offered in neo-neoclassical text-books useless for the analysis of contemporary problems, both in the micro and macro spheres.“ (‚History versus Equilibrium‘ (1974), Joan Robinson) 10 - Obsidian process screenshot, 13.12.2025 11 - Statua di Pasquino (1501), Rome - used to attach anonymous satirical verses about the current rulers, their policies and their scandals 12 - Floor of Sant’Ignazio di Loyola (1650), Rome 13 - ‚The Temptation of Saint Anthony‘ (1487/88), Michelangelo

Here‘s to you Humus is precious and hate tears us apart dead lizard photo session the last, before he goes right back to start He never had possessions No testament was found his last will stays in question Something like „I want to burn all crowns“ The anarchist lizard dropped dead there on the ground he lived a life in harmony with all his friends around No laws, no rules, no regrets Even a tattoo with an anker on his biceps he was just as tough as this might sound before the anarchist lizard dropped dead there on the ground His home was the desert His enemies the feathered His profession: a scale-dresser he knew everyone in town He knew the gossip and the rumors knew the winners and the losers, the chillers and the do-ers the desert dwellers mighty crowd the most famous reptiles knew him, not the other way around The lizard died in peace which is more than he has hoped A coffin from the sea - the last shell without petrol Rest in power - here’s to you anarchist humus, the circle continues

Morocco‘s East Coast in February 2025 - where people used to live in caves at the sea, fishing and cooking together as communities for decades until just about a year ago before I took these pictures. Mohammed, a fisherman still living there in solitude with his little kitty invited us for tea and told us the story: The people who used to live there were displaced and their homes destroyed by the military. Some said the coastline was sold to wealthy investors from other countries planning to build a resort. Others argued that this wouldn’t be possible, as the land and the animals living there are legally protected – unlike the people. Mohammed grew up at this beach, fishing with his father, who passed away not long ago. He gave me the biggest and most beautiful shell, shared his tea with us and we left some tabacco with him before he had to run to catch the tide and collect his handmade nets. There are many reasons why states don’t want autonomous communities: they not only challenge dependence on capital and markets but ultimately the control and power of the elites. They proof that it’s possible to live independently and to question existing systems, so they are met with violence and destruction. Still, the remnants of communal life – debris buried in sand and covered by fishing nets – tell stories of these other worlds that once existed far from the concrete streets and skyscrapers that many of us consider everyday life and reminded me once again that the fights for freedom are being fought in every corner of our world.

introvert und trotzdem da, the choice is facism or antifa 📷 by lotharfrançois

Nolite te bastardes carborundorum, bitches.

habe mich ein stück verloren, einen teil dazu gewonnen und ein anderer zerbrach für immer, zuviel kummer, zuviel rumgelunger im eigenen sud, anscheinend notwendig, vielleicht nicht unumgänglich, zwar nicht gut, aber manchmal ist da weder lust noch mut, trotz all dessen verändert sich der status quo laufend, rennend, auch wenn wir nicht daran glauben, brennen wälder, trocknen felder und seelen, menschen gehen, unfreiwillig, weil andere ihnen das leben stehlen, knacken, flehen und brechen schließlich in viele fragmente, ist das dann das ende? hat ein kreis denn ein ende? gebt euch die hände und lasst nie wieder los. das hilft dem vollen hals und seinem kloß, no man is an island und dann bauten wir ein floß zum übersetzen all der verschiedenen sprachen und träume, die ambitionen säumten den wegesrand wie unkraut, so viel elend zu bekämpfen, wenn man sich dann schließlich umschaut, ist da eine masse an menschen, so leise als wären sie stumm-taub, verstaubt und beraubt ihres mutes, doch wenn man sie darum bittet, tun sie schließlich doch ganz viel gutes - dieser sumpf zieht an den sohlen, darum bitte ich mich und euch ganz unverhohlen nicht zu verzagen, nicht zu vergessen und mehr eurer talente zu teilen, weniger neiden und viel mehr entscheiden, dass es eben doch möglich ist an dinge zu glauben, die schön sind, wie eine revolution in dir und mir.

summer slime (from one year ago, no hurry)

petals and pedals it’s time to unravel how we all ended up to be stuck in traffic, on the highway from dishwashers to millionaires - the trojan horse - that everybody knows and sees, rather to be defined as the capitalist version of: „shut up and clean“ a lie - comparable to an expensive cupcake filled with slime another false promise waiting in line, right next to the impossible achievement of a „Eigenheim“, excused - by the invisible hand of the market that lost the four outer fingers through time Look at the details, I’m trying to show them: We work our asses off to own things e.g. a car plus another thousand or more objects, that I’m counting all the hustle to be stuck in traffic with your big ass engine before even starting you’re already sick of lending free seats to others (just one of many possible metaphors) while temperatures are rising far above all motivated dishwashers Not wanting to share (not even a hug): your mindset is alarming I thought that actually we just wanna hold each other in the arms and run together happily ever after over flower fields, not thinking about carbon and about the future, the unmeasurable warmth and… please? Yes, I have a good idea for you, happy that you’re asking: how about instead of brainless racing, unwrap your hidden sūpā saiya-jin? Back to traffic: I’m filling your hypothetical time in line and try me as a life coach, at least you have some time now, while being stuck on one of those four-lined side roads, to unreavel the details and contradictions of your personal prime growth: it all started with the soup of privileges that was not divided fairly, as far as I know (continues in comments)

Wie konnte ich vergessen von unserem Ausflug ins Freilichtmuseum zu berichten? Es war 📷 von fast allen, außer @lotharfrancois der fand‘s voll interessant und hat die Beschreibungen durchgelesen

To all the diamonds and witches When I feel hopeless, I go to the street, I raise my voice and plant a seed, I step out of the darkness because light is what I need and if it’s all too much, I will smoke some weed, absolutely legitimate to chill in between I would talk to my friends about all those absurdities and urgencies and what we need to not feel hopeless Because boomers sold our future for their houses and cars and wonder why young people struggling with taking that same path into loneliness - the answer is: we‘re learning and need time for developing plans to take over and step out of line Because men sold our equality for their off-showings they fuck with emotions because they can not show them it’s your fucking problems, you need to outgrow them It‘s not done with „boys will be boys“ it’s a choice and another choice - women are not only dying of unequal wages it’s the whole fucking system of taking care of the ones who put them into cages it’s failed man smash the cages free yourself, put a crown on your rage and don’t wait for them to do it - they’re craven We‘re not waving, but drowning we‘re not lazy, we’re growing out of a disasterous system now it’s time for you,„adults“, to listen: equality of people over profit is the basis of fucking Allgemeinwissen Why should we trust you with our lives? you proofed us wrong, many times on stake is existence and not just „being fine“ now: take a step back and let US shine To all the diamonds and witches