Day 2226, air.

Day's pictures, Poetry

Compressed air

is what our mind does with time

~

we all know what it is to feel the hurry

the tension between now and nowhere

we feel it escape

too fast

~

maybe that’s the point

~

do you dare to just let it all go

and see what no time feels like

Day 2225, distractions.

Day's pictures, Poetry

Some doors are easily opened

but when you get distracted

by what is hanging around it

you doubt if you even want to go

afraid for what you meet

inside

Day 2224, tracks.

Day's pictures, Poetry

Collected parts of the tracks I made

look closely

you can still find them

attached to me

~

erosion has erased that past

my imprints are gone

washed away by the endless cycle

or will always be unknown

to whoever will stumble

upon

Day 2222, sweet.

Day's pictures, Quotes

How sad and bad and mad it was – but then, how it was sweet.

Robert Browning

Day 2221, lesson number 5.

Day's pictures, Poetry

The horizon you see

has reflections

in the blue skies

and deep oceans

Day 2220, lesson number 4.

Day's pictures, Poetry

If you color over

over your world

the tools you use

will take this color

Day 2219, lesson number 3.

Day's pictures, Poetry

You might find a lot of loose screws

but if you still find them

you haven’t fallen apart

Day 2218, lesson number 2.

Day's pictures, Poetry

When in a dark room

be patient

your eyes and you will adjust

and you see the outline of a door

appear as a possible exit

Day 2216, footprints.

Day's pictures, Poetry

A walk on the beach

where the retreating water erased

the old footprints

~

I will make new ones

but I am not sad about it

that also these will be gone

tomorrow

Day 2215, history today.

Day's pictures

Friedrich Nietzsche

Human all too human II

Mixed opinion and maxims

382 The final lesson of history. -“Ah, if only I had lived at that time!” -these are the words of foolish and frivolous human beings. We will instead, with regard to every bit of history that we have seriously considered, though it may be the most highly praised land of the past, cry out in the end: “anything rather than back there again! The spirit of that age would press down upon you with the weight of a hundred atmospheres, you would not enjoy what is good and beautiful about it, and you would not be able to digest what is bad.” -It is certain that the world to come will judge our age in the same way: it must have been unbearable, life in it has become unlivable. -And yet everyone puts up with his own age?-Yes, and precisely because the spirit of his age not only lies upon him, but is also within him. The spirit of the age offers its own resistance to itself and bears itself up.