The sky was spinning slowly In my mind, I hear Philipp Poisel singing: "I danced as if there was no tomorrow. And the sky was spinning slowly. And the sky was spinning slowly." The earth keeps spinning. Just slower. A worldwide slowdown. All governments around the world have pulled the emergency brake because of the spread of the Coronavirus. It's impossible for me to tell if the sky is spinning and the earth is standing still or if the sky is standing still and I'm rotating.

Mein Selbstbild zerbröckelt im Spiegel der Erkenntnis wie alter Mörtel. Ich habe keine Lust auf diesen erbarmungslosen Blick in den Spiegel.