Maniwolf may be seen as a free bird who sings the song of the sheer beauty, joy, sadness, fragility and absurdity of our earthly existence.

In his free-flowing short stories, Maniwolf draws on our human needs, instincts, feelings, conscious and unconscious streams that we often fight against instead of joyfully embracing them, learning from them, letting them guide us so we may enjoy life to the fullest.

While wading through the morass of neglect and abuse, defeat and death, he tries to connect to our humanity, writing, singing. He sings of desperate humans, wounded in their inalienable hopes and dreams, staggering aimlessly through our world in futile search for compassion, with pure hearts, yet marked, dazed, bewildered and blinded.

He sings of our childhood experiences, survival struggles, nomadic journeys, erotic entanglements, hopeless love and eternal yearning for fulfilment as we are wandering through time and space.

Are we invaded by cold intellectuals, corporate bores, lusty Krämerseelen, military delusionists? No humanity there! Do we allow sociopathic, hyped-up techno bosses to control us? They are emotional cripples!  Let’s open our eyes and recognize how they drive our beautiful world into a fascist madhouse, trying to bomb our hearts and souls into inhabitable wastelands!

Instead let’s take the less-traveled road to our genuine, real selves, our miraculous human instincts, emotions, desires, dreams, passions, lust, imagination, empathy, vivacity, individuality, uniqueness. Where we find, beyond our struggles, everything we need, in abundance…beauty and joy, meaning and love.

Maniwolf may be one of the last truly human voices in a world alienated by technical idiocy and AI perversion. And that’s his mission, if any: To encourage himself and everybody else who feels that drive for personal freedom, go for it now, no matter how rough, tough, flawed, fragile, faint, faltering…. Tomorrow it may be too late!