Day 1141, of our time.

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Three hinges

hold the door

of our time

here

in place

~

from standing still

you take a step

from an empty mind

you get a thought

from nothing

you see beauty

Nochrisis

Day 1129, friend on a bridge.

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The bridge

crossed your mind

on your way

~

on good day’s

~

looking down

from the bridge

at the city

at the roofs

the houses

that hide

you are sure

have problems you lived

are covered

not seen

have no door

~

the bridge

is now

has become

today

for you

are down

no longer

for crossing

to overcome

~

you

~

you just want

~

to be

~

brave

one more time

~

close a door

 

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Day 1090, couch.

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The left side of the couch

is where I stare,

sitting in the middle –

where future meets past

my silence –

of the room.

Nochrisis

Day 1089, my room.

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I was cooking the other day

and sorrows where thinking for me,

between the damp and smoke.

It’s a mess, said my room

up there, in my thoughts

where I stare at the walls.

Nochrisis

Day 1082, Cold mountains.

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Life, thinly spread out in the valleys of white mountains and dark soil.

The loneliness here is in its nature close when the silence takes you.

And the cold coming from the mountains gives you a harsh calm.

Nochrisis

Day 1050, life.

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Black cliffs doom

ridged

a defile

towering

I feel

still

in calm waters

I move

feel judged

my mind plays

I see

pareidolia

the many faces

in me

appraise

I waver

through the current

that resolves

and flows

till

black cliffs doom

Nochrisis

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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