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my aspirational future

I aspire a future, where I know my neighbors, where I have always enough people to call and where I know whom to ask for support. I want a society, where we are skilled in asking for help and support, as well as being able to rely on the networks around us. These networks should thrive through care and understanding, thereby fostering thinking in kind ways about others and sharing this kindness.

This network based approach gives me the freedom to share my knowledge and friends, as well as being open to get to know more people – which I could then help with my skills. This active care for the unknown is essential in places where I co-exist, it needs some energy, but then it also creates a common understanding. I don’t have to befriend every one, but I have to have a deep respect for each other, starting from behavior and time, including communication and tasks of care.

You’ll get your space to live, as long as you’re mindful of the space of your co-living beings.

garage complex

more garages -> digital production tools -> try-outs again

immersive diorama

aesthetics

audiostories

around 250 words -> max 2 min long

4 stories

in German

topics to explore:

• mindful nudging
• “overproduction” of food just because they have the space to do so
• one man’s trash is another man’s treasure
• afternoon conversation
• helping, out of frustration with quality and inner perfectionism
• unsolicited advice

It was only when I paused for a moment—the sawdust scent mixing with the crisp, late-summer air—that the realization hit me: For the past few days, I’d been working exclusively outside. Without consciously intending to, I had carved out a small, sun-drenched workspace right in front of the garage doors. Building these raised garden beds is very much easier out here, breathing the fresh air and feeling the gentle warmth of the afternoon sun.

The shift, however, wasn’t born of a sudden desire for nature. It started with Max’s slightly annoyed explanation. He pointed out, with a noticeable edge to his voice, how incredibly loud my hammer blows and sawing echoed and reverberated throughout all the neighboring units. “Every single strike rips us out of concentration,” he’d complained. “It’s driving everyone mad.”

I hadn’t heard it. Completely oblivious to the sonic disturbance I was creating, I felt a wave of mild embarrassment, quickly followed by gratitude for his bluntness. Moving my operation outside was a simple fix. 

Now, in the peaceful glow of the lingering late-summer sun, I wouldn’t trade this setup for the echoing concrete cave inside and the others have definitely noticed the change. 

This morning, I found a small, striped sun umbrella propped up next to my saw horses. I think it was an older model from Katja’s unit, providing a welcome patch of shade over my plans. It’s a silent, simple affirmation that my move outside was appreciated.

next up

stories

produce, prepare and plan as much as I can