“Vintage Geisterbahn"
"Vintage Ghost Train”
Geistebahn: Geisterstadt
Ghost train: Ghost town
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Ich bin leer, eine Hülle meiner selbst.
Ich spüre Schmerz und Leid, doch ich bin unschuldig.
Ich habe nichts getan – und doch leide ich.
Mein Kopf ist im Chaos,
mein Herz schreit,
mein Geist weint,
weil mein Inneres dieses Leben nicht für mich will
und doch hilflos ist, etwas dagegen zu tun.
Mein Geist erträgt die Handlungen anderer
und kämpft verzweifelt darum,
nicht daran zu zerbrechen.
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worst feeling out there is the blatant desire and constant yearning for intimacy, but cognitively knowing that you are not ready nor truly willing to physically receive it.
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TLT fans ! i need u guys 2 hmo for a min 🥹🥹 .. (ship wise) ,,, geist n’ zero_one !! they’re gen all i think (+doodle) about atp . i need like .. drawing ideas , or like a GOOOD ship name for them but im gen so uncreative lately .. i hope SOME1 see’s ts
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Zimmer 13: Großartige Geister – Geschichte (4 Kapitel)
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“Radioaktiver Geist”
“Radioactive Ghost”
Halloween 2014:
The dark side of Disney
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Ich fühle nichts und zugleich alles.
Das Leben ist schwer. Es drückt, es erdrückt, und es drückt.
Es fühlt sich so unheimlich schwer an, aber auch so wunderschön.
Was liebe ich, wenn alles mir genommen wird?
Weil Liebe der Schlüssel ist, vor allem zu allem Guten.
Ich gebe nur das Gute, weil ich nicht anders kann und nur von Liebe lebe –
aber ich bekomme keine.
Ich wünsche mir doch nur, geliebt zu werden.
Du liebtest mich einst. Du wurdest mir genommen.
Ich vermisse dich unheimlich.
Als du gingst, als du starbst, starb ein Teil von mir mit dir –
lebendig und gleichzeitig tot.
Ja, ich bin tot, aber lebendig.
Ich lebe, aber auch nicht, denn du bist weg.
Ich weiß nicht, wo du bist.
Ich wünsche mir, dich wiederzusehen.
Mein Vorbild, mein Superheld,
meine größte platonische Liebe.
Ich konnte es dir nie sagen:
Ich habe dich nicht lieb –
ich liebe dich.
Weil du immer da warst.
Doch jetzt bist du nicht mehr da,
und ich auch fast nicht.
Ich bin hier, aber doch so fern.
Ich weiß nicht, wo ich bin.
Ich bin körperlich hier, geistig woanders,
vielleicht auch bei dir.
Aber ich erinnere mich nicht daran.
Lebendig – und zugleich tot.
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Mein Geist ist wie eine Pfütze, in die er seinen Finger taucht und rührt.
J.M.Coetzee: “Eiserne Zeit”, S.99
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“It is the sense of the conception of the state as the culmination of some moment in history which is the Geist, the spirit incarnate. So, in that sense, it is post-Hegelian, as I say in the book and elsewhere. This is not necessarily in the minds of those who endorse it. I am sure Marine Le Pen has never heard of Hegel, least of all of Heinrich von Treitschke and the neo-Hegelians. I am not the only person to notice this. People –Durkheim for example—remarked at the time that the neo-Hegelians were those who established the idea of the state as the ultimate incarnation of the human spirit, so that the Germans became so radically different from the French as to belong to a different species. Practically, of course, this ultimately becomes muddled up with racism as well. That’s the vision of the state I wish to abandon. At the beginning of the 20th century, Brajendra Nath Seal, an Indian economist who was involved in the movement for Indian independence, called it “racist nationalism.” Racism, that is, was what it looked like from India. This idea of the Volk making up the Stadt, which becomes this embodiment in space and time of the spirit that belongs to that particular Volk. It is self-identifying and absolutely integral. It cannot be divided up. It cannot be diverse. There is a passage in Hegel, which I quote, where he describes what he assumes to be the national characteristics of the different peoples of Europe. How, he asks, these peoples can get together, how could the Spaniards get together with the Germans, the Germans with the Italians? The national characters he attributes to these peoples are already quite interesting, because they are not the ones that we attribute to them today, but so, too, is the idea that they have these fixed identities, such that he feels compelled to ask, how could you possibly get these people to make Europe? The idea of a European union, which he attributes to Kant, was for him a ludicrous absurdity because all that exist are states and states, in order to survive, have to be constantly be in the presence of other states and must be constantly at war with or at least in conflict with one another.”
Anthony Pagden
Fernando Gomez Herrero - In Pursuit of Europe: An Interview with Anthony Pagden (Part II) (2023)
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Battle Dialogue — “Specters Unbound”
Cold mist coils through a ruined corridor. Armor clanks as the Geist rises within a hollow knight, its mask turning slowly. A shadow peels itself from the wall, stretching into a thin, floating figure with a single glaring eye.
Zs’Skayr:
Ahhh… a haunted shell. How quaint.
(chuckles)
I felt the fear from worlds away.
The Geist tilts its head. The armor creaks as it takes a step forward, sword scraping stone.
Zs’Skayr:
No words? Just emptiness behind a mask?
You and I may get along wonderfully.
The Geist lunges. The blade passes through Zs’Skayr’s torso like smoke.
Zs’Skayr:
Tsk. Solid thinking—wrong target.
Zs’Skayr phases behind the armor, claws raking across its back. The Geist staggers, then slams the sword into the ground, releasing a shockwave of dark energy.
Zs’Skayr:
Oho! You move with purpose. Not mindless after all.
The Geist turns, eyes glowing brighter, armor bracing as if preparing to strike again.
Zs’Skayr:
Tell me, creature—do you know fear… or merely chase it?
Silence. The Geist charges, relentless.
Zs’Skayr:
Hah! Very well!
Zs’Skayr’s eye flares green as he darts upward, laughing.
Zs’Skayr:
Some people call me Ghostfreak—
(his voice sharpens)
—but that is merely a nickname.
He swoops down, stopping inches from the Geist’s mask.
Zs’Skayr:
My true name… is Zs’Skayr.
And I am fear given thought.
The Geist swings. Zs’Skayr barely phases aside, the blade slicing off a wisp of ectoplasmic smoke.
Zs’Skayr:
Ohhh, I like you already.
You haunt armor. I haunt souls.
The Geist slams its fist into the ground, cracking stone, then points its blade straight at Zs’Skayr.
Zs’Skayr:
A challenge?
How adorable.
Zs’Skayr’s laughter echoes as shadows surge around him, the mist thickening, two specters circling each other—one silent, one sneering—as the battle truly begins.
