#655 Dreams create desire

What's the most intense desire you've ever experienced? And what caused it? I often experience the most intense desire after absurd dreams, which I barely remember. Some flashes, if lucky, but the desire they inflict can persist for a week easily. And it always feels weird. In a way, it's not even...

#654 Endless hair

If you're struggling with your hair, I've got some tips. I'm qualified because I've got the longest and most beautiful hair in my city (being selectively blind.) My hair is actually endlessly long. It started because whenever I came back from the barber, I wasn't happier with how I looked, so I s...

#653 Eggs

When's the last time you've thought about breathing, or how to walk, or any of the hundreds of household items you've seen every day since basically the start of your life? Well, I hadn't thought about eggs -- chicken eggs specifically, in a while. It fluctuates, though generally, eggs are, and hav...

#652 Helping start a car

Imagine all the people you walk past you don't hear because of your headphones, a task only challenging for those who don't use them (much), but please try. For me, they're not a tool for isolation, however, it's a nice additional perk. Still, when I hear a stranger asking for attention, I anxiousl...

#651 Few clouds

I get tired of making art about my sisters, but when making art about the sky, it's too easy to inject them into whatever other narrative I'm working on. Sometimes, I merely want to look at the sky and appreciate its beauty -- so there's no meaning here. If you're looking for it, please move on. ...

#650 Waiting for the call

I feel anxious about whether I'm actually anxious or not, and I'm not even sure about the authenticity of that feeling. I've always experienced anxiety, but the feeling used to be predictable. Recently (it's already been more than half a year), it has become part of my regular experience -- making ...

#649 On being Zen

Depending on who reads this, you may not know I'm Zen. I've always been and will be for the rest of (my) time. That isn't a comment on my state of mind, which often is either quite Zen or the exact opposite; It's part of the first names my parents gave me. I'm not sure if I've ever hated it, but ...

#648 Art my parents hate

The title of this art piece is a lie, but it's more accurate than most real stories you love, which are either filled with falsities or cherry-picked -- this is what you want. So, the title of this art piece is the truth. My mom (in friendly words) keeps telling me about how she doesn't like my re...

#647 Always changing house

I've only ever lived in three buildings. The first one, because of me, we had to leave within the first year of my existence, and the second one I spent most of my life in, about 21 years. And that one building was many more houses than most people live in during their entire lives, to my great an...

#646 Innate hero complex

I'm talking to an art collector and explaining my art in a museum. I keep saying these cool-sounding, fascinating sentences. Any question they ask me, I somehow know the perfect response to -- they're amazed by my cleverness. I turn the corner, and an ordinary (for Den bosch) yet beautiful building...

#645 Hustling hobo's courage

Den Bosch doesn't have much of a homelessness problem. They exist, and some are consistently on specific corners to beg, but most of those aren't even homeless. I love walking, and the city is a beautiful place to explore (though the same buildings can only amaze so many times.) Although it's a lit...

#644 Slave to impulses

Whenever I've got any semblance of a good idea, which often is just something to complain about, I've got a tendency to express it multiple times in a short period. So, this is just another piece complaining about being hungry but then disguised by something more abstract to not bore you or me wit...

#643 Seeing yourself waiting

The topic of this art piece is a boring situation. Few people get excited by having to wait. I certainly don't care much for it, but I'll try to convince you why you should. If you're waiting and look around, you will notice something interesting, at least if you allow yourself to be entertained by...

#642 Hunger

If you analyze my life (and are a little weird), it could appear like, since the age of 14, I keep gaining weight, just so that I can lose it again, so that I can gain it again, on repeat. Since moving out, I had to relearn how to feed myself, including, for some reason, that you can't keep food i...

#641 Boy in skirt

Vaguely, I remember a boy in a skirt at one point, lying on a couch, sleeping, sucking his thumb. I don't and can't know if it's true, but lying there, he looks so unbothered by it all, just living his life exactly how he wants, at least as far as a child can do whatever he wants. My parents try to...

#640 Locked out

Then I arrived "home" without even a keyfob in my possession. They took that away from me, too. I should've just rang the doorbell of one of my neighbors. It took about an hour for another resident to walk by, and from the moment I noticed them, I somehow sensed they would be using a different door...

#639 The keymaker

The apartment building I moved to has an electronic lock that needs a keyfob to open. I only received one, a fact that irritated me the day I moved in, but the rent is cheap, so it's hard to complain. One day, when I came home from a walk, the front door didn't open anymore, so I went to another th...

#638 Happily walking my life away

There are many ways you can travel to most locations you need to go, and there's only one almost universal: walking. Even though that's an intriguing idea, it doesn't influence my love for the transportation method much. Frankly, I struggle to understand why I love it so much -- I'm Dutch, so mayb...

#637 Finding meaning in anything

Only once was I ever depressed. My parents never recruited me into a religion, nor did they push me away absolutely, though probably more than they realize. They convinced me that there weren't any spiritual omniscient beings and that the idea was ridiculous, the latter coming naturally; if you'r...

#636 Blind Guy's World

In early February, I walked into the Citadel in Den Bosch to look at one of the great perspectives of the city. I sat down on a bench, listening to Echoes. A little later, a guy I had noticed a minute before found the bench. I assumed he also wanted to enjoy the view. ""I don't care much about th...

#635 Stairs At Night

Differences in light and visibility change scenes much, and not at all. It's easy to not care about impressive sights and, at the same time, to feel very passionate, maybe even emotional, about an ordinary backyard. More so than any changes in the atmosphere, it's a different mindset that can sudd...

#634 Looking All Ways With My Headphones On

When I'm about to walk homeward from my weekly visit, my mom, after I've just declined her offer to drive me back, says: ""Be careful, especially with those headphones on."" If I wanted to die, I wouldn't do it by walking off into traffic, so, of course, I'll make sure to be careful -- looking eve...

#633 Staring At My Incomplete Work

If you ever caught me like this, which you never could, it would be easy to assume that despair is tormenting me. Yes, I might be frustrated, but somehow, this is the most satisfying and worthwhile activity to pursue. Often, I complain about not having enough time (to work on my art). And this tak...

#632 Most Vivid Recent Memories Are dreams

Sometimes, while reflecting on my life, it's hard to determine how long certain aspects have been present. An example is that (maybe recently), throughout my day, I have some memory of an odd situation that only ever happened in my head. Yet such a memory often still feels as vivid as the memorie...

#631 Desiring Something You Don't Want

It's so easy, maybe too easy, to talk when I'm not thinking about it; words, sentences, and stories quickly and without restraint come out of me. Sometimes, I have to think about what to say. Then, I understand how the Buddhist monks do it -- because, it feels like, not even a letter or number come...