Day 2287, resentment.

Day's pictures, Poetry

My façade might look dirty to you

my thoughts inside to dark


but you holy man

with your mowed lawns and trimmed thoughts

a fifth column of tyrants disguised  


you might find the likes of mine

everywhere and detest

pouring your world of petty resentment

into our rejection


you might seem to win

for now

and await the return of the heimat

and 1933

but the young of mind will more than ever

forget your past


and deny all of us your hateful gods


progress is not just a word

an act

or a wish

it’s something that happens

rolling downhill to a better place

Day 2283, talking to myself outside.

Day's pictures

I don’t know

I just like to look at these landscapes and enjoy this rock we live on.

Not sure why so many feel the need to hate on each other.

Or need a start, a reason, or an end to all of this.

Is it just boredom?

Is it just boredom that makes all of us invent all these reasons?

Why do we need a reason?

We all enjoy these landscapes at some point in life, that’s what we share. 

The rest is just made up.  

Day 2281, another midnight sun.

Day's pictures, Video

This is a video I took in 2007 of one of the first times I saw the midnight sun. It might not be that special for some, but for me, it was. I don’t know what my feelings were back then, but I made the video and put some dramatic music under it, so it meant something. I guess living in a new and strange country with strange people and a language I didn’t understand was not proof enough that I factually moved; I guess seeing the sun shining bright after midnight did the trick. This you can only see when you live this far from the equator; that might have been part of the emotions I felt.

Now I think about it; it is rather unique. Most of us are so used to the rhythm of day and night that the absence of that rhythm will be somewhat…disturbing…strange…think about it. Though I moved more to the south since that first experience, and we don’t have the midnight sun over here, it is still light during the night, the kind of light you have just after sunset. It is no longer special, I block all the light from coming into our sleeping room, and we found another rhythm to help us through the day and night cycle.