To be honest
I only see what's in the distance
but not even that good
Day 2922, to be.
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Day 2921, distance.
Daily picture, Poetry
The sunset close to home
disappears with the day
forgetting the distance
traveled in between
the last time I saw you
Day 2920, not.
Daily picture, Poetry
Driving to the north again
this time not to stand still and wait
alone
but to collect
Day 2919, prematurely.
Daily picture, Quotes
Friedrich Nietzsche
Human, All Too Human II
The Wanderer and His Shadow
297 Do not wish to see prematurely. -As long as we are experiencing something, we must give ourselves over to the experience and close our eyes, and thus, while still in it, not make ourselves already the observer of it. That would, of course, disturb our good digestion of the experience; instead of a bit of wisdom, we would take away a bit of indigestion.
Day 2918, confused?
aphorism, Daily picture, Poetry
I see the tension
especially where it is close to us
Day 2917, standing still.
aphorism, Daily picture, Poetry
I sometimes look down
and get dizzy
from my stance
Day 2916, loosening.
aphorism, Daily picture, Poetry
I know there is one big reason why you don't change
your viewpoint
but what if I start loosening
your reasons
Day 2915, where.
aphorism, Daily picture, Poetry
It is easy to see what you miss
not where you lost it
Day 2914, doors.
aphorism, Daily picture, Poetry
I wish I could open every door
so I could leave my mark behind
Day 2913, next two.
Daily picture, Quotes
Friedrich Nietzsche
The Will To Power
Preface (Nov. 1887-March 1888)
2 What I relate is the history of the next two centuries. I describe what is coming, what can no longer come differently: the advent of nihilism. This history can be related even now; for necessity itself is at work here. This future speaks even now in a hundred signs, this destiny announces itself everywhere; for this music of the future all ears are cocked even now. For some time now, our whole European culture has been moving as toward a catastrophe, with a tortured tension that is growing from decade to decade: restlessly, violently, headlong, like a river that wants to reach the end, that no longer reflects, that is afraid to reflect.
Day 2912, above.
aphorism, Daily picture, Poetry
From above
work seems easy
Day 2911, hardly.
aphorism, Daily picture, Poetry
A collection of wooden planks
nails and work
the ingredients written down
a long past ago
still we use it
we are hardly changed
Day 2910, used to.
aphorism, Daily picture, Poetry
I love the story a picture can tell
even if you don’t know what you see
it’s because we are so used to it
Day 2909, half reflected.
aphorism, Daily picture, Poetry
I forged raw iron till it reflected
what I could not see straight on
it costs me half a life
but what half?
Day 2908, closely.
aphorism, Daily picture, Poetry
I looked at it so closely
that I didn’t know what I was looking at
Day 2907, boards.
Daily picture, Poetry
I walked along the fence
in search of an opening
but all I found
was a board on the floor
an opening too small
I could only look through
at the darkness inside
forever it seems
Nochrisis 