What is the opposite of a dark forest?
A misty forest?
Both scary,
but different.
Day 3503, question.
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Day 3502, to work.
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When I cross a street
I will stand in the middle
at one point
often
staring for a second
one way or the other
to the crossroads
and hidden alleys
just to feel the curiosity
on my way to work
Day 3501, just wait.
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I remember the light
warm, sitting behind glass
coffee
waiting, for nothing
reliving moments
in passing by
no need to go in
its gone
just wait
Day 3500, especially.
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Friedrich Nietzsche
Human, All Too Human
Tokens Of Higher And Lower Culture
230 Esprit fort. – Compared with him who has tradition on his side and requires no reasons for his actions, the free spirit is always weak, especially in actions; for he is aware of too many motives and points of view and therefore possesses an uncertain and unpractised hand. What means are there of nonetheless rendering him relatively strong, so that he shall at least make his way and not ineffectually perish? How does the strong spirit (esprit fort) come into being? This is in the individual case the question how genius is produced. Whence comes the energy, the inflexible strength, the endurance with which the individual thinks, in opposition to tradition, to attain to a wholly individual perception of the world?
Day 3499, 15 selfies.
Daily pictureIt looks like I looked at myself once every nine months for the last 3500 days. I guess that’s still too much.
Day 3498, seen them all.
Daily pictureOver the 3500 days I have been posting a picture each day, only 1% have humans in them. I am not exactly sure what that says about me, but I do think that the buildings around us and the nature we walk through are so much more unique and interesting than the people I meet walking where I walk. If you’ve seen one, you have seen them all.
Day 3497, What else was their to see.
Daily picture, PoetryPictures don’t make the world more beautiful or interesting, but…they can lift up a scene from its surroundings.
Day 3496, nature from this period.
Daily picture, My thoughtsThere is not much nature to find in the city, but in the reflections, shadows, and curated corners, the keen eye will find what it seeks.
Day 3495, facades.
Daily picture, My thoughts1: the front of a building
also: any face of a building given special architectural treatment
a museum’s east facade
2: a false, superficial, or artificial appearance or effect
tried to preserve the facade of a happy marriage
merriam-webster
Day 3494, a day in windows.
Daily pictureA collection of windows that may or may not open, but it’s unlikely I’ll be the one to open them as I simply walk by. However, if I turn around, here outside, it’s easy to imagine what one might see when looking through them from the inside. All of these were made in roughly the past 12 months, mostly in Fredrikstad.
Day 3493, A year of doors.
Daily picture, My thoughtsDoors don’t have to be opened for them to cast a spell on you. Unfulfilled curiosity is enough of a gift.
Day 3492, maybe you’re one of the lucky ones.
Daily picture, Quotes
Advice? I don’t have advice. Stop aspiring and start writing. If you’re writing, you’re a writer. Write like you’re a goddamn death row inmate and the governor is out of the country and there’s no chance for a pardon. Write like you’re clinging to the edge of a cliff, white knuckles, on your last breath, and you’ve got just one last thing to say, like you’re a bird flying over us and you can see everything, and please, for God’s sake, tell us something that will save us from ourselves. Take a deep breath and tell us your deepest, darkest secret, so we can wipe our brow and know that we’re not alone. Write like you have a message from the king. Or don’t. Who knows, maybe you’re one of the lucky ones who doesn’t have to.
Day 3492, one of.
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I rearranged my fridge's shelves today
one of the best days of the year
Day 3491, to keep.
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You break parts of me
but I isolated
not for what you say
but to keep the warmth in
Day 3490, for what is.
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We all fall
down on the mirror we see
but not coming closer
and when we hit
we will slowly slide
down
so you get used
to see in the darkness
for what is darkness
if you can't see it
Day 3489, they are.
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Your words are left in the shadows
now they are gone
as long as there is light
I'll remember them
Nochrisis 