A painting of a tear gas grenade on the wall of a room in the Ramallah hostel. That’s a poem by Rumi written next to it. We got gassed by the IDF the day before, so I thought this was a fitting motive. It happened at the infamous Friday Protest, and one of the canadian guests even got jailed. Fun times!

Mural of impressions of Ramallah, painted on the wall outside a hostel in Ramallah. The guys who own it are really good cooks, I hope you check them out! Fantastic food. The title is an anagram of Palestine.

Mural I did in the al-Bireh refugee camp in Ramallah, Palestine. The artist living nearby liked to paint fish, so I figured I paint fish as well? Not sure how he felt about that. But it doesn’t look too bad.

Mural I did of some cows at the dairy farm on Kibbutz Samar, Israel. Middle of the Arava desert. Hot. Sun beating down. But the artistic spirit persevered! I hope the cows enjoy it as much as I did creating it.

A play I wrote back in 2010. It’s about a gang of heroes trying to fight a monster in the sewers. It turns out to be a hipster hater. Needed to get some negative feelings about Vienna out of my system. Doesn’t work on stage.

I played World of Warcraft from roughly 2010 to 2020. During that period, I spent most of my time and energy on progressing my characters. While listening to podcasts. And audiobooks. Do I regret it? The podcasts were nice.

A song I wrote back in the day, back in Vienna. Don’t really like it, feels too convoluted. “Nicht reden” goes easier, this one feels overwrought. Too much shit left unsaid makes for a cramped style.

Back in 2009 I wrote a Twitter bot that took short bits from my writing at random, and published them on the web. This was… interesting. Too intense. And not the right kind of stuff for an audience looking for cat pics and family-friendly showerthoughts.