If I had to choose, I would always pick mayonnaise over ketchup, it's as knowing that yellow is my favourite colour (which, "no," never correlates with the question, if I factually like yellow. The statement barely gives access to anything I perceive (how do you see red). Over all I feel rather the comfort with the linguistic aspect which make me belong (a melody on its own (!), note for the musicians). It's less about the fact that it's just partly about the colour, of course, all these are also confessions obeying to hold a history. Do you like yellow? Why? So many ingredients participate in my colour confession, and I keep rather confessing this sentence, (despite not liking the anomalously hard way it stumbles over the tongue). Yellow functions as reminder, just like when the password needs a hint, where the memory of the fact is the first stone in the domino that, when starting with thinking about the identification, the domino route looks a tiny bit different, bigger : also. My addiction level to it I assume is the same as the one of a gambler, or the one of social media, containing just a bare minimum of participation but a lot of affect. - BTW ever growing problem. It's something between doom scrolling and autogenic state of reflection (more desirable, but just academic classified), I have lost some trust in language. Yellow is not red, like ketchup. - When eating mayonnaise it is recommended to drink water. I say it is one of the, as I call them (unexamined designation!) : Diadic Families : pot + lid, left + right (side of the bed), bread crust + bread fluff (1). Ketchup is in so far practical that when there is no water, it can be used as drink replacement, although it is not advised. There is a great song from los ketchups, not to be ignored in the debate, but self-judged counting as unsatisfactory argument. Other than that, there is no big benefit of ketchup songs to the insipid taste of ketchup per sé, secondary as argument of saving calories,  "no," this is to be judged even heavier in its own right then. I say, a slave is the ketchup person, full of diabetes and alzheimer and distracted by the constant calorie counting! A life that the mayonnaise people simply can't imagine, with all their time, and whiteness, excuse me, wisdom. In my opinion, there is good vegan mayonnaise. So, what's this stuss? a) I suspect that people have a wish for publicity, partly created from being haunted by the meme that says you won't hide anyways, proclaiming "Gläsernheit." Transparency comes (?) b) The thing with misinformation is goodly working; observably, thought in the broader humanity, not in our favour, and I feel fitting to Patty Smith's description in the documentary Hypernormalisation, seeing, naming, and simply perceiving it. Shame on us. I am increasingly unsatisfied by the lack of text decoration possibilities and with still circling basic identitarian confessions fitting to kindergarten I believe I am late. Spoke to Muhle today, she requests the work to be more complicate. Signal of me being late,  I   thought. 

1. My mother seemed to have wondered more than the last years what actually is it that I am doing. I refer to two, maybe four conversations about career (from