Trap

It has all gone too far

Too slowly

So that one does

Not think about it

And suddenly

You find yourself

In a place of no return

The problem is that

With open eyes

We walk into the trap

Knowingly

Thinking it will

Not be big problem

Then it is too late

Shopping

The city is filled with people trying to sell you things, lifestyle, coke or their own life story (true or fake) The crazy art of selling nothing for something to someone. I try to avoid this place since I am out of money.

But new strange things happen and curiosity hunts the cat. A wonder formula for selling was being sold. Big audience of the same people hearing the same things as soo many times before. And then the disappointment of being there to listen on a 4 hour sales pitch.

Substance yes a little bit, credibility none. why does so many sales people trying to fool you? When I left the people of city had left and I did not buy a thing only enjoying the small green leafs on trees this late spring

 

Spring depression

Every spring is the same feeling

Depression, depression and frustration

It always comes in April

Feeling like a failure and frustrated like crazy

I am on the same place every year

Trying to cope and handle

Fight not to kill myself

Falling apart and

Slowly healing in the summer

Save me from those feelings

But nature has its way

Spring

imageThe winter that kept us warm is gone

And with the return of life every memory of what life could be floats up to the surface

Like corpses being hidden under the ice they stink of aspiration and ambitions, memes that survive like viruses

That is Transforming, destroying and remodeling is to something else than we want to be

White light

Burning far, far away from Burning man

It is cold here, the snow is still here

I do not expect any summer soon

But the light has returned

Changing the perception of land and water

Revolution Returns Reactionary

Today 43 years ago in another country

A revolution took place

The young had gotten tired of war

Tired of the old rule and wanted something new

What  type of new they wanted

That was not certain but something different

And everything changed

But not in a way anybody expected

Different yes, from a strong man with mad ideas

to a tired bureaucracy without vision or hope

From a poor people to not so poor people

From being a colonial power to being a province

In the great federation of old and tired people

Without courage

A victory for the revolution?

Yes, very much so for what could be better than

Growing your own garden under the sun

Ambivalence at nine

Driving aimlessly around the city

Trying to forget what happened

Earlier this afternoon

I am so tired of surviving

I want something more out of my life

I want to have courage and take action

Running away is no solution

But still it is very tempting

Interregnum

The plants are growing

Fast and furious

Trying to kill old roots

That once were healthy and strong

But only time will

Tell us who, if anyone won

The metamorphosis is quick and

Painful often killing its host

The only things that comes easy

Is the rain and the mosquitoes

And they are endless sources

Of frustration

As is the cold white light

At night