When we feel fractured, redundant and nonessential, only bouncing back from lowliness may brighten up the story of our life. In this endeavor, “otherness” might lend a helping hand in making the road less parching. (“He did not know that she knew”)

— Erik Pevernagie

When we feel lost in time, with only shadows of the past living in our mind; when the moment, which “was”, no longer "is” and when only silence remains, loads of questions arise. We can cry a river, or we may wonder: “What went wrong?

— Erik Pevernagie

When we feel we have benched ourselves for too long, we must loosen up the unessential, get over our endless cringing and make a bold leap to the glowing stars of our dream. ("Steaming ahead")

— Erik Pevernagie

When we stake a claim to the needs and wants of our life, we may easily fail to live up to the standards of others. Empathy and connectedness, however, might bridge the gap, by stirring our consciousness of the sensitive queries and by assessing the intricate framework of our surroundings with their countless, prickly nitty-gritty. ("Absence of Desire")

— Erik Pevernagie

When we stay locked up in the spectrum of unsolved life stories and keep hiding in an arcane prism, life remains a mystery behind perpetual tensions and a journey in a world beyond appearances. (“One lemme put en cache rune outré")

— Erik Pevernagie

When we take the time to break free from the tyranny of Time and learn to listen to the sound of unspoken words, we discern the hot air behind the frenzy of the wheeling and dealing around. (“Wheeling and dealing »)

— Erik Pevernagie

When words have vanished, when daily habits have extinguished emotional exchange, only killing silence remains and indifference takes over. ("Words had disappeared")

— Erik Pevernagie

When words remain unspoken and emotions are left unexpressed, just a glint in the eyes from otherness can inflame the mind and rouse a shower of empathy. ("Only needed a light ")

— Erik Pevernagie

While many find the new clothes of the emperor magnificent, some dare to say out loud, he is simply naked. If the clear-sighted are constrained by the credulous and when the “followers” are browbeating the "knowers", the cat is among the pigeons and the age of obs curation is under way. Obviously "something wicked this way comes…" ("His master's voice")

— Erik Pevernagie

While we are curling down in our comfort zone, the perverted talents of connectivity-designers drive us surreptitiously into a blind alley of addiction. If, however, we succeed in impeding mobiles' unlimited rule, we may be able to relish the fragrance of the ‘moment’ but also sense the vital spark and spirit of “otherness”. ("Even if the world goes down, my mobile will save me")

— Erik Pevernagie