In a box, whether in the basement or in the office, there is an old dictation machine that I used regularly a few years ago. It has some kind of defect and therefore I can no longer listen to my last notes on the associated tapes. Of course I could buy a new device, that would not be a problem.
But I like the thought that someday due to electromagnetic processes (that is how I imagine it, I really have now clue) these records will disappear. First of all, after all these years, my voice will have changed: Aging faster on the tapes than in real life, the croaking that I could still hear today will have turned into a hopeless noise.
Existentialists would say: »Evanescence at its best«. I do not mourn the recordings, at that time I also transferred some of it to my notebook and only a fraction that is worth it I let survive.
Nevertheless, I would like to record a few things, also for my readers – and believe that this website does its part. »On the way« is the appropriate heading for my work over the past twenty and more years. That is why I tried to put together fragments from all the snippets, diaries and notebooks, sketch pads, notebooks and floppy disks to form a mosaic that – hopefully – makes an interesting overview possible.