{"id":12317,"date":"2026-06-29T12:25:11","date_gmt":"2026-06-29T12:25:11","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/alanrolsky.site\/?p=12317"},"modified":"2026-06-29T13:33:34","modified_gmt":"2026-06-29T13:33:34","slug":"lorem-13","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/alanrolsky.site\/?p=12317","title":{"rendered":"thunder storm"},"content":{"rendered":"<p>seine h\u00e4nde, knochig, stark, nicht stark genug, f\u00fcr die arbeit, rissig, abgesch\u00fcrft, wund, er las die steine auf, auf den karren damit, der h\u00fcgel wuchs, auf dem er abends stand, dann sa\u00df, die untergehende sonne im r\u00fccken, die berge vor sich, die weite, trockene ebene dazwischen, kaum bewuchs zeigend, aride, kein artesischer brunnen, kein castellum in sicht, verfallene aqu\u00e4dukte, deren steine in die h\u00e4user fanden, die nur zu erahnen waren, dr\u00fcben in den bergen, l\u00e4ngst verlassen. des abends, mitunter, las er den brief, den er unter steinen  verwahrte, bis das licht ihn verlie\u00df, er ihn bereits lange auswendig kannte, alleinig die handschrift, von ihrer hand gef\u00fchrt, sein interesse fand. ihre h\u00e4nde, wei\u00df wie schnee, der nicht mehr fiel, ihre augen so gr\u00fcn, nichts gr\u00fcnes mehr wuchs, ihre haare so schwarz, wie die funkelnden n\u00e4chte, \u00fcber der ebene, ihre stimme, wie der sachte wind, der seine gedanken holte, verstreute, auf dem unfruchtbaren land.<\/p>\n\n\n<figure class=\"wp-block-embed is-type-video is-provider-youtube wp-block-embed-youtube wp-embed-aspect-4-3 wp-has-aspect-ratio\"><div class=\"wp-block-embed__wrapper\">\n<iframe loading=\"lazy\" title=\"Sightseeing\" width=\"620\" height=\"465\" src=\"https:\/\/www.youtube.com\/embed\/RkZ1GhNWVR0?feature=oembed\" frameborder=\"0\" allow=\"accelerometer; autoplay; clipboard-write; encrypted-media; gyroscope; picture-in-picture; web-share\" referrerpolicy=\"strict-origin-when-cross-origin\" allowfullscreen><\/iframe>\n<\/div><figcaption class=\"wp-element-caption\">sightseeing<\/figcaption><\/figure>\n\n\n\n<p><\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>seine h\u00e4nde, knochig, stark, nicht stark genug, f\u00fcr die arbeit, rissig, abgesch\u00fcrft, wund, er las die steine auf, auf den karren damit, der h\u00fcgel wuchs, auf dem er&#8230;<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":2,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"closed","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[1],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-12317","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-uncategorized"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/alanrolsky.site\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/12317","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/alanrolsky.site\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/alanrolsky.site\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/alanrolsky.site\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/users\/2"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/alanrolsky.site\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcomments&post=12317"}],"version-history":[{"count":18,"href":"https:\/\/alanrolsky.site\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/12317\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":12340,"href":"https:\/\/alanrolsky.site\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/12317\/revisions\/12340"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/alanrolsky.site\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fmedia&parent=12317"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/alanrolsky.site\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcategories&post=12317"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/alanrolsky.site\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Ftags&post=12317"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}