and long after we're gone
the light will stay on
November 2012 Archiv
All my secrets untold.
Schon wieder.
Yet again, one month remaining.
And he's gone.
Wenn ein'n man jümmers bloß die Wohrheit vertellt, denn is dat de Tid nich wert, dat je em tohört
Nationalität.
I feel German. When I turn off a light I don't need or when I (temporarily) sort my trash.
Turn it up.
This is like turning down the volume on your radio so as not to hear the bad news. You will not hear much good news either.
This is like censoring the news: you hear things loud and clear, but they may not be so interesting.