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    All that is not enough for me, I want the big hit, I want to enchant things back and forth, to mate with strong, fast, diverse, ecstatic literature beyond genres despite a dubious market, despite being okay with not being at all willing to bleed to death in self publishing, I just think the reader is smart. I want

    Creating a world, a whole dimension

    Feel the unbridled intoxication when it unfolds from the pocket in which I have been playing with it since kindergarten. From storyteller for the assigned walker to the mud poet carnival.

    I emerge from the many inner selves, guardian angels, friends from the other side, Charlies and pure shadows, disemboweled, slut-like, following rules is not my thing.

    I don't want to sink into conformity, my audience is unpolished, brave and rough, the dockside bars of the progressive, the stand-up comedy of the revolution.

    I don't entertain, I cut paths, I freeze body, mind and soul.

    I am my characters, I am the legendary figure, but I am also just another coffeehouse anarchist, a garage existence.  

    A little occultist. Whatever that may be these days, because much of it is neither meaningful, useful, real nor appropriate. But what you can do with it when you free it from the bloated madness, as with any other religion or spirituality, is fascinating and leads back to creation and design.  

    As sprawling as it is overwhelming, a second half of life, driven by the first, all united in fantasy.

    How Pratchett, whom I learned to love very early on when he was still practicing magic unrecognized and impressed me with the octarin, which even magicians included in their repertoire, how Pratchett managed to bring almost all themes into his Discworld, right down to the scientific aspects, is a tear-jerking masterpiece of complexity and scholarship.

    That's where I want to go.

    And the way he even finds his way back to the earth called the round world is giving me goosebumps. So I sit down next to everything else and design a modern, magical (future) world.

    And I don't intend to dwell on the usual, average limitations - it has to be a megaverse, of course. From its design to its end.

    There are hardly any other role models as powerful as this, perhaps Tolkien or Martin. The two of them multiplied by Gibson and Dante.

    Off to


    based on a fascinating, long-forgotten Marvel idea, an intermediate dimension that connects all dimensions and universes. And all of this is not only connected in the imaginary, the realities have become interchangeable consumer pleasures, but many flavors of ice cream are not a bad thing, refine your taste, train yourself for a new marriage of being.

    I want to bring a certain lightness to this heaviness, to the depth and complexity that awaits the reader or viewer or listener or player, ideally all of that and more, the traveler. As a horned caricaturist of his own banality, but also as a fighter for meaning. Far from the fact-skewed bubble chambers with their simplified pleasures.

    Because I'm not prepared to stand still. And everything is satire and horror and fantasy and nonreality, but also politics, change management, transhuman mystification. I've been working on these approaches for a long time, but what has been inspiring me for a long time is what comes next and what that would mean. The leap from the edge of the plate, always outside the box.

    And how we hold this surreal rise of everything is possible together is up to me. I like the connection concept from Sense 8, for example. Or the idea I picked up somewhere at some point that reincarnation is something that happens simultaneously. That means we are beings who, beyond time, live all of their past and future reincarnations at the same time. In these exciting times, one could also conclude that we as beings are being born from AIs of the future. Tough numbers for philosophers from the Aldi supermarket, isn't it Mr. Precht!?

    I also let things that were previously known fall into my unknown, like the demons from the Goetia or Lovecraft's Necronomicon; Wonderland is just a perfect starting point. Narnia. Oh, collective unconscious, how welcome you are to me. Again, Marvel is a beautiful example of a parallel world.

    One of the reasons why I will partially work with Creative Common or Open Source and the paywall is only intended for survival is because I want to maximize the spread and the crowd to create such a world without allowing its creator and original thinker to be forgotten, but I like alternative concepts of marketing, production, even parts of the texts could be outsourced or multi-rewritten.

    There is never a limit to positive developments; the so-called bad people don't follow the rules either, so the good people should rethink theirs and live differently.  

    We cannot possibly leave all of this to Zuckerberg, Musk and Altman, who objects to home office like a banal Bavarian pretzel producer.

    It's no different in content production, in creating worlds. We are only at the beginning of what sharing will mean. Boomy is currently killing the idea of song production and earning money with it. I mean, we are moving towards a collective human super intelligence to which we will remain connected as individuals, if we even want to.

    Maybe the upload isn't so unreal after all. What can you do when you've been able to do anything you want for 150 years, within physical limits? You speak a hundred languages and carry around eight thousand skills in your skill book. Immortal Boredom.

    Here I am mostly alluding to myself; every text that has been edited fairly often is a hologram. Blog in Blogs in Blogs in Blogs. Books in books, films in films in films. Escher's illusion.

    That's what I want. One beer bottle later, one Midwest Trail, a free, happy neverending story:

    The class clown is usually the culprit.

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