For the past few days I was surrounded by nature, and I had almost forgotten how good that could feel. I am not a devoted hiker. I do not usually dream of climbing mountains or walking for hours uphill. Yet this time, I was open to everything—to going anywhere, following any path, seeing what might appear. That openness felt freeing. For a few days, I could create some distance between myself and everything cruel, frightening and senseless happening in the world. While walking, I kept...

A presentation used to reveal something about the effort behind it. Not necessarily the quality of the thinking, but at least the hours spent formatting, resizing, aligning and trying to make one slide look as if it belonged with the next. That relationship between time and polish has now broken. Today, a set of rough notes can become a visually coherent presentation in minutes. A proposal can become a webpage. A long document can be reorganised into a concise explainer. Social posts can be...

It didn’t start with Monster. It started earlier this year, with a general rehearsal. Meloe invited me to a Generalprobe of (WHAT YOU'LL FIND) ON THE WAY TO BECOMING A SOMATIC RITUAL by Ta-Nia. No big framing, no expectation. Just: come. At the time, it felt casual. In hindsight, it was precise. It pulled me back into theatre. Not as a child participating, like I once did at Junges Theater Gessneralle, but as someone watching differently. Less absorbed. More aware. Watching not just what...