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.
Day 3496, nature from this period.
Daily picture, My thoughtspictures
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, one of.
Daily picture, Poetry
I rearranged my fridge's shelves today
one of the best days of the year
Day 3491, to keep.
Daily picture, Poetry
You break parts of me
but I isolated
not for what you say
but to keep the warmth in
Day 3490, for what is.
Daily picture, Poetry
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.
Daily picture, Poetry
Your words are left in the shadows
now they are gone
as long as there is light
I'll remember them
Day 3486, most dangerous.
Daily picture, Poetry
Friedrich Nietzsche
Human, All Too Human
Woman and Child
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.
Day 3485, even if.
Daily picture, Poetry
It should not matter
what you want to keep
private
even if all
can see it
Day 3484, something.
Daily picture, Poetry
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
Day 3483, I hope.
Daily picture, Poetry
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
Day 3482, bleed.
Daily picture, Poetry
Walls don't bleed
like the hidden
behind
their faces get old
who only see stairs
that go nowhere
Day 3478, question.
Daily picture, Poetry
Am I the grey background
or the faded
colourful flower
in my life
who is asking this
is also a question
Day 3477, imagined.
Daily picture, Poetry
My structure is lighter
when I am negative
I still cannot lift more
but some imagined weight
is gone
Day 3476, memories in disguise.
Daily picture, My thoughts, Poetry
This picture, which I took, represents a kind of memory for me. What I mean by that is that I don’t remember being there, but it is still an important part of my memories. I remember vaguely the wooden floor and the closeness to the skulls, but…I do remember that these skulls have hunted me in my dreams a couple of times in the past. My memories of being truly there and the even stronger emotions I felt in my dreams are mixed, so the wooden floor I remember might as well not be true; maybe I took this picture from a car when we were on patrol, driving by.
Another thing that is related to this monument in Cambodia, a memorial in remembrance of the millions of people killed during the Pol Pot regime, is the fact that it changed my life. To be clear, my life did not alter course after I saw it for the first time; it was just the tiniest seed that was dropped. Having worked as a UN soldier for five months in a country so different from what I was used to that has changed my perspective. It opened my eyes, and I could see a bigger world than just what I was used to. I got interested in history and politics and started studying in that direction. If people ask me why I am so sensitive to what is happening in the world, I will show them this picture. This monument represents that change.
Day 3475, that what.
Daily picture, Poetry
That what is left
has something to do
with what still is
Nochrisis 