The photo booth

There is a photograph of me and the girls taken in a photo booth. It’s from one of our countless in-the-spur-of-the-moment things. Looking at the photograph, I would say that they were around the ages of 3, 5 and 7. We were wasting time at a shopping centre. We never had money to spend back…

Red

I am colour blind. My heart, like in black and white. Film flickering. Street lights, stage lights. The people, extras passing by. Through the window of a bar, a couple in love. A pretty girl everywhere. A glass of wine. Two, three. Voices from an open window on third. Slow, fast, slow, but without the music….

The third one this evening

It used to be simple. Or so it seemed. I got what I wanted – sometimes. Or if it was that I just stumbled upon it and got lucky. Still, it never went as I wanted it to. Some things did, though. Some things did. A tied up goat, waiting in the clearing, just moments…

A Single Quest

Quest. Windmills. Love. Pain. Fears. Caution. Masks. Opportunities. Moment. Passed. Suddenly, and again, all the world’s a stage… I’m a really bad actor. Be. Love. Simple. Hero.

The chain reaction of evil

Yesterday hatred, and/or perhaps insanity, showed its ugly face in Norway. Voices of anger and hatred are raised all over the world. I have no words of my own, so I’ll borrow a few: “Returning hate for hate multiplies hate, adding deeper darkness to a night already devoid of stars. Darkness cannot drive out darkness:…

I can feel it

The time for my walkabout draws near. I can feel it in my bones and in my heart. I gave Crazy a crack on my skull and by a few swings of her sword I was left open with an empty chest for far too long. My lifeblood returns slowly and it will not again…

Likeable friends

We all love to be liked. What is more difficult to handle is the knowledge that someone does not like you. Especially if it’s a person you like. I’m not always the smoothest person in the room and most of the time not silent. I take up space around me. Sometimes lots of it and…

Anyway…

“So you sailed away into a grey sky morning…” “And now for something completely different.” Anyway… the sun is shining and I’m going to enjoy that.

To be myself

It’s hard to be myself. Everyone seems to have ideas about how and who I should be. Well, almost everyone I know or meet anyway. Maybe I am different? Maybe people always have these ideas about everybody else but themselves? Whatever the cause, they always make me feel like I am different and that makes…