Memories surrounded by hills
and mountains
fed by waterfalls that bring
cold water
to slowly renew the fjord
a part of the sea
its salt conserves
the current not there
it was always there
and will be
Day 2530, current.
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Day 2529, reflects.
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The moon reflects in what it pulls like I do with you
Day 2527, I saw.
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I saw only your shadow above me and it was hard to see if you flew away or straight down into the ground towards me
Day 2523, another.
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Last night somewhere somewhere in my dreams I stood on dry land a pier underwater I was waiting for the boat it seems without doors only when I turned around did I see the door open
Day 2522, only.
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I saw this house that is no longer a house it has a roof that is no longer a roof the windows are shut boarded up from inside the door still opens but only from outside
Day 2521, charm.
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Friedrich Nietzsche
Daybreak
BOOK IV
238 The striving for charm. – If a strong nature is not inclined to cruelty and is not always occupied with itself, it involuntarily strives after charm – this is its characteristic sign. Weak characters, on the other hand, love harsh judgments-they ally themselves with the heroes of misanthropy, with the religious or philosophical blackeners of existence, or withdraw behind stern customs and demanding ‘life-tasks’: thus they try to create for themselves a character and a kind of strength. And this they likewise do involuntarily.
Day 2520, really.
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Though pictures catch only a moment they can catch you who you really are or at least who you think you are
Day 2519,
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The bridge home over a fjord seen from the waterside it moves me even more after all these years to the other side
Day 2518, These words have nothing to do with the picture.
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Stupidity is man's downfall and its savior
Day 2517, strange.
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I found this house dreaming inside standing on a slope on the same hill where I grew up I walked towards curious to find an empty barn wondering what all of this meant I walked on searching for what I hoped was still my old house
Day 2516, a slow turn.
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From the bridge that I am crossing I look forwards not realizing that I look back
Day 2514, wanderer.
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Friedrich Nietzsche
Beyond good and evil
What is noble?
278 – Wanderer, who are you? I watch you go on your way, without scorn, without love, with impenetrable eyes – damp and downhearted, like a plumb line that returns unsatisfied from every depth back into the light (what was it looking for down there?), with a breast that does not sigh, with lips that hide their disgust,with a hand that only grips slowly:who are you? What have you done? Take a rest here, this spot is hospitable to everyone, – relax! And whoever you may be: what would you like now? What do you find relaxing? Just name it: I’ll give you whatever I have! – “Relaxing? Relaxing? How inquisitive you are! What are you saying! But please, give me – –” What? What? Just say it! – “Another mask! A second mask!” …
Day 2513, for a.
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If you are lucky you might stand still and look at the world for a long time after your summer
Day 2512 each part.
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Each part of you tells me how you feel except your mind
Day 2509, art?
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Art is nothing without our joy and interpretation it is just paint on a canvas or a shape in a form
Day 2508, adventure.
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At night in my dream I glow underwater feeling the world an adventure but all along the morning holds me tight waking me up in a sudden pull I only remember the goodbye
Nochrisis 