I look in two mirrors and see two halves twice of myself.
I recognize both from past mirrored reflections.
I don’t know what I would know about them without them.
Nochrisis
Author: Christiaan van Gaal
Restoration of Brottsjø 11
., Boat building
Our smith has made a new part for the steering system. Chains from the steering wheel control this arm that is connected to the rudder, it was originally made by a smith so we used the same techniques to copy the old one.
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Day 1072, still water.
Day's pictures, Poetry
Sudden strong wind coming from the other shore form ripples on still water.
The sun has reached its highest point and is descending scattered in reflecting water.
From the bright light of midday, through the long shadows, it ends in dark red reflection on calmed water.
Nochrisis
Restoration of Brottsjø 10
., Boat building
This week we started making the first new parts for Brottsjø and the sun is also back, what more do you want.
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Day 1071, unanswered question.
Day's pictures, Poetry
At night, dark moods like figures wake
to pull me in, it’s silent, I fall, overcome.
Reality dances, holds close my delirium, makes me feel the chorus.
My eyes open and close to fall and wake together engulfing.
The pull overwhelms, getting stronger, the darkness dark.
My eyes open, awake, an echo drags shadows, my being afraid.
What is it that just haunted? Asks my wakening mind.
An abstract creation or a representation of nothing…ness?
Nochrisis
Restoration of Brottsjø 9
., Boat building
We started working again on Brottsjø this week.
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Day 1070, lifeless structures.
Day's pictures, Poetry
Abandoned, lifeless structures
strewn around with idle hope
weathered and quiet, half overgrown
forgotten at the end
together with the dust and silent life’s
Nochrisis
Introspection
VideoRestoration of Brottsjø 8
Boat building
Because we don’t have enough boat builders work goes slowly on board Brottsjø but, we started working with the electric systems and Kazimierz the mechanic is organizing and planning his work.
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Day 1069, once upon a time.
Day's pictures, Poetry
When there was nothing, not even time.
Two dimensions touched, caught in each other’s eye.
A first quantity quivered, and time waved out
pulling with it all that would exist.
Nochrisis
Day 1068, Symmetry.
Day's pictures, Poetry
Symmetry in attention and intent.
Symmetry in movement and intent.
The curse of dualism’s delusion
Is our dance not guided by the rhythm?
Is life not a drift with a rudderless helm?
Nochrisis
Day 1067, reflection.
Day's pictures, Poetry
The mirror points in two directions.
It reflects me, my outside a stranger to me.
It lets me reflect, what I, think I see.
So, what is reflected?
Am I my own imitation?
Nochrisis
Day 1066, sick world.
Day's pictures, Poetry
It’s burning outside, in my world.
It’s the hate you see, in my world.
The absence of mirrors, reflection.
The believe in a father, party, or lord.
A promise that steels, seduces your conscience.
Reduces the other, your neighbor, to foe.
“They have to be wrong why else do they question”.
Your right is not standing well on its own.
It’s saddens to know that people still hate.
And have not learned from the mistakes that are made.
It’s burning outside, in the world that I see.
It’s the hate you see, in the world that I see.
Nochrisis
Day 1065, silicon stone.
Day's pictures, Poetry
We opened our eyes one morning and looked down on nature.
A first tool we gathered, the stone to break, a hand we guided.
We looked up, that evening, at millions of stars to wonder.
We became our own master, ruler of the world.
We now can fly, go faster and destroy it all.
Have the knowledge, ever imagined, in our hands,
to give that back, one morning, to a silicon stone.
The stone that breaks
And frees us all.
Nochrisis
Day 1064, drain.
Day's pictures, Poetry
A compressed mood.
A smile, it goes well, meanwhile
drained, by life, it almost spills, over the edge
it tries to spoil, like a faint memory, a faraway drip
It’s there but not, I will feel fine
I am fine, the burden drains.
Day 1063, a wall.
Day's pictures, Poetry
Change, a white wall, with a door.
A sign, something written, a mark
deteriorated, for ages, illegible.
A warning, description, a guide?
Will you do, a next step, be afraid?
Not knowing, immobilized,
or unabashed, and open, forget.
Are you afraid of the unknown
or afraid of standing still?
Nochrisis
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