Iron Maiden
The Trooper (1983)
Day 2162, alone.
Day's picturesDay 2161, staring.
Day's pictures, Poetry
Sometimes I wonder
what I was thinking back then
~
looking at old pictures
Day 2160, analogy bits.
Day's pictures, Poetry
The biggest drill bit makes the most damage
when in use
makes sense?
Day 2159, the end.
Day's pictures
Friedrich Nietzsche
Beyond good and evil, The religious character
49. What is amazing about the religiosity of ancient Greeks is the excessive
amount of gratitude that flows out from it: – it takes a very noble type of
person to face nature and life like this! – Later, when the rabble gained
prominence in Greece, religion became overgrown with fear as well, and
Christianity was on the horizon. –
Day 2158, colorful.
Day's pictures, Poetry
Are we not all colorful inside? You ask me.
I don’t know.
You act colorful, so maybe your right.
But are we not often black and white in our outside?
Is the black marker not the weapon of choice these days?
Maybe we are colorful inside but forgot to turn on the light.
Or we are just colorblind.
Maybe I am colorblind.
Maybe I only remember the colors, from when the world was still new to me.
A black line is certainly not as loud inside as all these colorful nuances that I remember.
But you asked about all of us, if the other is colorful inside.
I don’t know, I can’t look inside of you or the others.
Day 2157,
Day's pictures, Poetry
Exsaturation takes the sting out
Day 2156, feel.
Day's pictures, Poetry
I feel so light
and still I bend
Day 2155, I hide.
Day's pictures, Poetry
I hide my cards and behind them
I hide behind what I used to, maybe my nature
I hide in plain sight
I hide in my surrounding
I hide the mirrors, afraid for what I don’t see
Day 2154, don’t leave.
Day's pictures, Poetry
I hang here in style
like I was drawn
by you
Day 2153, beauty.
Day's pictures, Poetry
The beauty after a long life
is in the impression you get
after a glance
Day 2152, question.
Day's pictures
Friedrich Nietzsche
Twilight of the Idols
Epigrams and Arrows
37 You’re running ahead?—Are you doing so as a shepherd? Or as an exception? A third case would be the escapee . . . First question of conscience.
38 Are you genuine, or just an actor? A representative? Or the very thing that’s represented? In the end you may simply be an imitation of an actor . . . Second question of conscience.
Day 2151, calm
Day's pictures, Poetry
The cold might hover over me
when the moon pulls
~
I stretch myself calm
and stare at you crumbling
into me
Day 2150, can only.
Day's pictures, Poetry
It was so quiet
the horizon
it disappeared
together with the sea I was floating in
~
I knew that when I move
the dream would be gone
but I had to
the sea can only take
Day 2149, looking forwards.
Day's pictures, Poetry
There is little reflection
when we all stand still
in a cold world
~
standing still makes you forget what it is
to look forwards
you only remember where you were
and maybe are
Day 2148, thought pattern.
Day's pictures
Every skull in this monument somewhere in Cambodia once belonged to a human being with hopes and dreams, a life filled with sunsets and worries. Then one day a group of people decided that their way of living was wrong and they got murdered. This picture was taken in the early nineties when I worked in Cambodia as a UN soldier. Our task was to keep the former murderers, the Khmer Rouge, away from the people who wanted to live again on their ancestors’ land. Today, it is not going so well in Cambodia, and I wondered how much they have learned from their history.
I have written about these skulls before; they fascinate me, and they have also put my life on a trajectory I would probably not have taken If I hadn’t lived in that country for a while, between monuments
Day 2147, little bird.
Day's pictures, Poetry
Nochrisis 