In awe, I am

In the absence I am distracted to a tremble by every sound and by the heat of it all. How strange turns a path sometimes holds for us. It can question the map you hold in your hand and rightly so, for who are we to know the complexity of truth? There are explanations to…

… and my heart is not at home

Some journeys start before you realize it. You just find yourself on the road to somewhere you did not know you were headed. There are times you think you are going somewhere just to find on the way that you not at all going in the direction you thought you were.  Those are the moments…

Vårt ointressanta språk

Jag har inte läst en enda skönlitterär bok på svenska under de senaste 10-12 åren. Det svenska språket är helt enkelt för fattigt och tråkigt. Det menar jag förstås inte, vad jag menar är att det svenska språkbruket idag är genuint ointressant och i det närmaste oanvändbart för litterärt användande. Det är inte så konstigt…

I guess I must be

A new day. People are still crazy and I am still around: all the fixings for a good novel and a never boring life. I would like to say that living in this world is like watching the blind leading the blind, but that would be an insult to blind people. Complete crazy leading the complete crazy…

The ceasing delightfulness of stale bread and canned beans

This is somewhat terrifying: I am in the mood for writing, but I have nothing I want to write about. I envy writers that can make anything into a story of some sort. I cannot do that. I have done it before, but it seems harder and harder to write about nothing and turn that…

In the darkness of my mind

I forget the words. They do not linger. They never do. All that is left is a sort of feeling of the meaning of the words and that feeling stays a lot longer than the actual words themselves, but eventually even the feeling moves into the darkness of my mind. Way inside of my mind,…

We are all idiots

For reasons yet unknown, I am still in the dark when it comes to people. It is not for the lack of trying, I have spent most of my life pondering about the human being. Even I, am a great mystery to me. I wish I knew more, but I don’t. I still am learning…

Gentle Giant

I shot this in a park in Paris, France. A very large tree (don’t ask me what kind it is, I know nothing about trees) giving shade to the people below it. It really should be a very large print to be effectful. One does not really see the very tiny people underneath the tree.