Of course I could not miss out on choosing love for the letter l. Even though I don’t feel competent. But can love be a matter of competence? It has often been said that love is when someone is special for you and when you are special for someone, even though we all feel to be just one among others, nothing special. It is the most beautiful promise to become someone special for being just what you are.
The sad thing about love is that the person who is supposed to be someone special is often treated like the most unspecial person by the one who chose this person to be special for her. Why is this? How can something that is supposed to create the exclusiveness of a person fling to its complete opposite and create the condition that this person can be treated worse than anybody on the road. I can only guess. Love is unruly. It allows for a transgression of rules set in society and by this unfolds something like a state of exception, a realm of arbitrary rule, to which everyone who allows love is exposed to and that can only be outweighed by the care and responsibility with which we love, by a very singular choice of treating the special one with diligence and love.


Did you ever think of the subversive side of the term kingsize? The simple adding of size to king can reduce the king to a huge steak or a super large bed.


If there is a word that I don’t like, it is the word job. This does not mean that I never use it. It crosses the lips very easily, my lips too easily. And this is partly why I don’t like the word: it slips out of the mouth without significance. There is a reason for it. This reason is why I don’t like the word. Doing one’s job, is to do something without engagement, without responsibility and without empathy. A job is a job, some sort of obligation without involvement. You think this is a complete over-interpretation of the word from my part – “job” just refers to a workplace, a position at the work place? And you think that saying, a job is a job, doesn’t mean that people don’t feel inclined to do a good job? But, why when something or someone fails (like a policeman who shoots an innocent) do we say, he just did his job? I don’t want to give the fault to a word, the word is innocent. It just reveals our wish to find a way out of responsibility. I will not stop using the word, but I would wish to stop its crossing my lips too easily.