To be close to an elephant

To be close to an ele­phant, orig­i­nally uploaded by Thorsten Becker. Oh, to be close to an ele­phant, that crea­ture grand and ele­gant, that wrin­kled skin craggy and gray with a big heart beat­ing like a drum, next to it I’d feel no ill nor glum. I want to be close to eyes search­ing man’s


Please play those songs once more

Please play those songs once more, orig­i­nally uploaded by Thorsten Becker. Down that road Dreams car­ried under their arms Music in their souls Dressed in fine clothes Songs of bright days and pride ways Here, in this tat­tered town Of sun beaten white­washed walls And plenty of touristy stalls They carry on in thoughts of


The curious case of a little old book

Do you enjoy detec­tive sto­ries? Have you ever wanted to be a sleuth your­self? I can answer both ques­tions with “yes”. Grow­ing up I lis­tened to quite a lot of audio books, mostly Three Inves­ti­ga­tors, Famous Five and TKKG. And of course I would go out and play sleuth myself. This fas­ci­na­tion with find­ing things


Prologue

A book can’t crash, orig­i­nally uploaded by Thorsten Becker. I stare into the void. It is a strange and pecu­liar void, one that is a per­fect flat sur­face, radi­at­ing bril­liantly with mil­lions of col­ors, assault­ing my senses, over­whelm­ing my eyes, burn­ing deep into my retina. I am trans­fixed but I can­not con­nect, I can­not feel,


The curious starlings

The curi­ous star­lings, orig­i­nally uploaded by Thorsten Becker. Stand­ing on our feets Wait­ing here for all those peeps Who will feed us treats © Thorsten Becker These curi­ous Euro­pean Star­lings can be found right out­side the Ams­ter­dam train sta­tion. While star­lings are usu­ally skit­tish these have become so used to peo­ple that they can be


There is an understanding between me and the crow

There is an under­stand­ing between me and the crow, orig­i­nally uploaded by Thorsten Becker. There is an under­stand­ing between me and the crow That whichever way I go It will fol­low, caw and show The move­ment of shad­ows to-and-fro As I descend And thus depend On ebony wings well hid­den from the light Black feath­ers


Hence I look again, once more

Hence I look again, once more, orig­i­nally uploaded by Thorsten Becker. In a mir­ror across the street I see reflec­tions Of life in light so bright Won­der­ing Do I gaze upon the pic­ture right Or is it left that’s on the other side? Should I focus on dis­torted lines Or on those col­or­ful designs? Is