What does my cat dream.

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I am listening to eighties music on YouTube and was thinking about my nostalgic period of the month. I guess because I was a teenager back then that that’s why I love that music so mush, even the song I didn’t like back then.

You are so mush emptier when you’re young that every sip of life makes a deeper impression then they do now, when you are older, and you are full…almost full.

When I go to bed I often hope to dream about those days, maybe my cat is doing that now.

This is the music list i played: 80 hits

 

 

 

 

Lonely in the snow.

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First time this year we are snowed in. There was not so mush snowfall, but it was storming and the road to my house has at some places almost a meter snow blown on it after it was plowed yesterday.

Living isolated is a nice complement to my inner isolation, like on an island in my mind.

Loneliness adds beauty to life. It puts a special burn on sunsets and makes night air smell better. Henry Rollins

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Selfie vs the world.

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Norway, 1997

In our family it was tradition to make a photo album after a vacation. I really like these albums and when I’m home I often like to look in these old albums. I personally still try to do this, but I have to admit that I leg a view vacations behind. For most people these days the vacation pictures are taken with a digital camera and stored on a computer or still on there phones.

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Kids in Cambodia.

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In 1993 I worked in Cambodia as a Dutch Marine. The region we were working was for years in the hands of the Khmer Rouge but now all the Cambodian refugees that had lived for years in Thailand where coming back.

On this picture you see the kids that lived in the village not far from where we stayed. There is nothing special about this picture and these kids, that is what so striking for me. Put them in newer cloth and in a western city and they blend in.

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Constructed memory.

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Curacao, 1994

Why do I think we all build a structure, a narrative, that explains or bears our existence?

First of all, it’s a story I’ve been telling myself for many years, if I tell you about its origin, I guarantee you that it is…a structure. It probably started while reading a book, but I don’t know what book or where I read it.

We all been in situations where you are certain about a situation, certain facts you remember from the past. Till you meet someone that was with you at the time and recollects it totally different.

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