The name sharktoothsweater
Has actually nothing to do with a real sharktooth. A sharktooth belongs to a shark in the sea. Just like that, nothing less, nothing more. The sharktoothsweater is my favorite hooded sweater. Nothing special; just a black hooded sweater with two white stripes over the arms. Black and white, White and black. Once, on a rainy November day, I accidentally cut a hole in the sweater and now it’s fixed with a sharktooth shaped stitch.
The person behind sharktoothsweater
When it comes about writing about myself I guess there follows a long silence. What should I write about me? For me it feels like there’s not so much to say actually because I’m kind of empty. And I do not know if I really know who I am.
I suppose I could tell you my shoesize, the color of my hair or my eyes, about my height but none of those things really matter do they? Nor does my age, my sex, my nationality, the place where I live. At least, they do not matter in my world. I hope they don’t matter too much in yours either. Because all of this, what comes out here, is the real me I guess. My soul, or something like that.
Sometimes the ground beneath your feet falls away, and no matter in which continent of the world you walk, there is no place that feels or seems like home. Sometimes I read – ” home is where the heart is”, but what if there is no home, and no heart?
Being caught up / grew up in a space between different cultures, nationalities, and so much more….when it comes to things about this, I can never find the right words to describe. So, it might change again and again and again and again. To me, it’s all complicated and contradictory. I guess that is kind of my life….
Trying to find a purpose, trying to deal with life….Trying to find a way, to survive.