Over 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.
Pictures don’t make the world more beautiful or interesting, but…they can lift up a scene from its surroundings.
There 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.
A 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.
Doors don’t have to be opened for them to cast a spell on you. Unfulfilled curiosity is enough of a gift.
I rearranged my fridge's shelves today
one of the best days of the year
You break parts of me
but I isolated
not for what you say
but to keep the warmth in
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
Your words are left in the shadows
now they are gone
as long as there is light
I'll remember them
422 Tragedy of childhood. -Not infrequently, it may happen that noble-minded and ambitious people have to undergo their hardest struggle during childhood: perhaps by having to maintain their convictions against a low-minded father given over to pretense and deceit or, like Lord Byron, by living in a continual struggle with a childish and wrathful mother. Anyone who has experienced something like this will never in his life get over knowing who has really been his greatest, most dangerous enemy.
It should not matter
what you want to keep
private
even if all
can see it
The painting was on the wall
when I saw it walking on the beach without a sea
I don't know what it means
but thinking about it
means something
The wall with windows slowly heals over
unknown to me when I can walk
to the other side
I hope
it will be enough to see the other side
one day
through a window
Walls don't bleed
like the hidden
behind
their faces get old
who only see stairs
that go nowhere
Am I the grey background
or the faded
colourful flower
in my life
who is asking this
is also a question
My structure is lighter
when I am negative
I still cannot lift more
but some imagined weight
is gone
Nochrisis 