Scytale

General

Biotech, Early Modern English (Dark Souls II was a formative game for me and I want to be able to speak like the characters in it) , Marxism , Video-Games , Critical media analysis ,

Music

Movies

A few movies I really liked: No Country For Old Men, Nightcrawler, Cure , Oldboy

Television

Currently watching (TV): Andor , Currently watching (anime): To Be Hero X, Favorite show: Dirk Gently's Holistic Detective Agency (2016 Netflix version)

Books

Currently reading: Paradise Lost by John Milton (https://www.gutenberg.org/cache/epub/20/pg20-images.html#link2HCH0001), Last book I read: "Hinterland: America’s New Landscape of Class and Conflict" by Phil A. Neel., Book which I left on pause: "House of Leaves" by Mark Z. Danielewski , Favorite book: "The Never-ending Story" by Michael Ende. ,

Heroes

This quote by Rainer Maria Rielke will forever remain in my heart: "Ah! but verses mean so little when you write them at an early age. You ought to wait and gather sense and sweetness a whole life, and a long life if possible. And then, quite near the end, you might be able to write ten lines that are really good. For, contrary to what people think, verses are not simply feelings – they are experiences. For the sake of a single verse, you need to see many cities, peo- ple and things; you need to know the animals, you need to feel how the birds fly and to know the gesture of little flowers as they open in the morning. You need to be able to reflect on roadways in unknown regions, on unexpected encoun- ters and on farewells you had long anticipated; on days of childhood that are still a mystery, on parents you had to hurt when they brought you joy and you did- n't understand it (it was a joy for someone else); on childhood illnesses that begin so strangely and have such deep and grave transformations, on days in rooms reclusive and quiet, and on mornings by the sea, on the sea itself, on seas with huge waves that rushed on high and heaved with all the stars - and yet it's not enough to think of all this. You must have memories of many nights of love, none of them quite alike, of the cries of women in labour, and of light, pale, sleeping women after childbirth, closing themselves again. But you need also to have been with the dying, to have sat beside the corpse in the room with open windows and billowing curtains. And yet it's still not enough to have memories. You must be able to forget them if they are many – and to have the great patience to wait until they return. For it is not just the memories themselves. Only when the memories have turned to blood within you, to nameless glance and gesture, and are no longer indistinguishable from yourself - only then can it happen that in a very rare hour the first word of a verse arises in your midst and goes forth from you."