
I sanded away my sorrows and now I have to rip the paper away the machine did its work the paper is filled with dust I am not much lighter but it feels smooth
I sanded away my sorrows and now I have to rip the paper away the machine did its work the paper is filled with dust I am not much lighter but it feels smooth
Memories surrounded by hills
and mountains
fed by waterfalls that bring
cold water
to slowly renew the fjord
a part of the sea
its salt conserves
the current not there
it was always there
and will be
The moon reflects in what it pulls like I do with you
214 The discoverers of trivialities. -Subtle spirits, for whom nothing lies farther afield than a triviality, often discover one of these after following all sorts of roundabout ways and mountain trails and take great pleasure therein, to the amazement of those who are not subtle
I saw only your shadow above me and it was hard to see if you flew away or straight down into the ground towards me
You can shine a light on it
but why not three
and see the shadows
disappear
Do you ever wonder
what happens
in between the seconds
The best room in the house is often
the one you can see the furthest
I wonder what that is about
Last night somewhere somewhere in my dreams I stood on dry land a pier underwater I was waiting for the boat it seems without doors only when I turned around did I see the door open
I saw this house that is no longer a house it has a roof that is no longer a roof the windows are shut boarded up from inside the door still opens but only from outside
238 The striving for charm. – If a strong nature is not inclined to cruelty and is not always occupied with itself, it involuntarily strives after charm – this is its characteristic sign. Weak characters, on the other hand, love harsh judgments-they ally themselves with the heroes of misanthropy, with the religious or philosophical blackeners of existence, or withdraw behind stern customs and demanding ‘life-tasks’: thus they try to create for themselves a character and a kind of strength. And this they likewise do involuntarily.
Though pictures catch only a moment they can catch you who you really are or at least who you think you are
The bridge home over a fjord seen from the waterside it moves me even more after all these years to the other side
Stupidity is man's downfall and its savior
I found this house dreaming inside standing on a slope on the same hill where I grew up I walked towards curious to find an empty barn wondering what all of this meant I walked on searching for what I hoped was still my old house
From the bridge that I am crossing I look forwards not realizing that I look back