Day 2137, missing.
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Day 2136, perfection.
Day's pictures, Poetry
Even if the thin layer between breaks perfectly, the other will still seep, in.
Perfection is just part of the illusion.
Day 2135, empty inside.
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The plants in this window are still watered; there is some life in there.
I wonder who it is, that still lives in this dilapidated house.
Maybe a caretaker waters the plants, once a week.
Day 2134, children.
Day's pictures, Poetry
I only look at one side of the world, through blinds almost closed; the light is too loud.
I see children playing, serious, like only they can do.
Day 2133, impostor?
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I see, where I get into you, your face
it is weathered but still shines.
Your posture, tells a different story,
what part of you is lying.
Day 2132, at home.
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You can still see inside when you get close enough,
but you will not know if I am home.
Day 2131, symbolism.
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Is your dreamcatcher hanging in the window
there to catch your dreams from leaving or entering,
or is it just a gift, a trinket you bought to decorate your life?
~
You even have a tiny lighthouse that doesn’t work
standing close to it. What are you telling me?
Day 2130, who are you looking at.
Day's pictures, Poetry
Through a window, we can look outside
or inside if the drapes are open and the lights are on.
Day 2129, frozen anger.
Day's pictures, Poetry
One word landed wrong, at the right time
and I lashed, wildly in the direction of you.
Day 2128, my eyes.
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Who says these colors are not real
maybe I, just see it all a little darker.
Day 2127, hide it in sight.
Day's pictures, Poetry
I see that I still have some food left
hopefully for later
Day 2126, undulating fields.
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All the lines flow in empty fields
like the mind that goes
already
to the next trail
swaying like on a rhythm
~
fluid strokes
and curves
are just
from your perspective
from a distance
in these undulating soils
~
being there
where your next step goes from where you are
you can only see clear
just in front
of the horizon
when you rest
and look back
Day 2125, peace.
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Friedrich Nietzsche
Human, All Too Human II
The Wanderer and His Shadow
284 The means to a genuine peace. -No government at present concedes that it maintains an army in order to satisfy occasional desires for conquest; instead, it is supposed to serve the purpose of self-defense. The morality that justifies self-defense is called upon as its advocate. But that means: reserving morality for ourselves and immorality for our neighbor, because he must be thought to be aggressive and imperialistic, if our state has to be thinking about the means of self-defense; moreover, our explanation of why we need an army declares him, who denies his aggressiveness just as much as our state does and for his part, too, supposedly maintains an army only for reasons of self-defense,
Day 2124, science.
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I took the picture of today driving back from my first booster shot. I like the effect of the snow and the wet window I was taking my pictures through.
Day 2123, confusion.
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I never really like discussing with people; I like to ask questions and give snarky remarks but defending my opinion is not what I like or am good at in a conversation. I know some skeptical people about Covid and vaccination, and though I work with them, I try to ignore that part, knowing that arguing with them is futile. Today I couldn’t help overhearing a conversation where the denier brought up all the things he heard from people on the news and online that put vaccination in a bad light; it boiled over in me, and I more or less told him he’s an egoist that only thinks of himself and that he might mention the people that share his opinion as if that is evidence that he is right, but he forgets to mention all the other, and overwhelming, news outlets and sources that recommend vaccination. It is the typical case of cherry-picking what you want to hear and ignoring what doesn’t fit. Me getting angry doesn’t help, of course, he probably enjoys it, and I have the feeling that he does this all just to be difficult. Most of these vaccine deniers have probably never before had any problems with vaccines, and their argument that it all went so fast is kind of strange; what do we know how fast something like that goes? Suddenly we are all experts?
Day 2122, out there.
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Nochrisis 