Archive for February, 2007

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Time

February 17, 2007

Time.
One of the few things one can compete with.
It’s there no matter what. You can’t stop it.
Time affects.
Buildings that once stood so perfectly and gloriously, now lie on the ground looking like nothing.
Except an example of time.

Time changes the appearance of objects that once was so important in daily life.
These objects cannot be used anymore.
Becauese time has excluded them from being useful.

Then again, time often makes things beautiful.
Even though it may not be used anymore.
And might not look as it was intended to.
But a new kind of beautiful.

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Weight of the world

February 9, 2007

Beauty pressure.
The need to have a perfect body, a perfect pimple-free face, a perfect appearance.
Because that’s what the world wants us to think.

Stupid weight of the world.
People are perfect just as they are.

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My trip on Color Fantasy

February 8, 2007

Color Fantasy is a cruise ship that goes between Oslo and Kiel. Me and my parents sailed with it in July 2006 and I figured I could post some pictures I took from the deck.

 

 

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Wall of Memories

February 5, 2007

 

One of the many ways to preserve memories

 

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Meaningless Words

February 4, 2007

I wrote this yesterday when I was feeling pretty down

I don’t know if this is a fall-back
It could be
It might be
Whatever it is, it can’t be good
I feel sad
It could be voluntarily
However this time, I don’t think so
Sadness makes me think
I don’t know about what
I just think
About everything
Type in meaningless words
On the computer screen that makes my head hurt
If I write, the sadness will fade
My head will only get stuffier
But at least, I won’t be sad
Sometimes I’m sad on purpose
I don’t know why
It would be good to know why
It would also be good to talk
But I can’t talk
I don’t have anyone to talk to
And I don’t know what I would say
I don’t have anything to say
Yet I say I want to talk
It doesn’t make sense
I, don’t make sense
I don’t know if I like that or not
Maybe I do
Maybe that’s why I think the way I think
Maybe I don’t want to talk
Maybe I want to be full of questions
that don’t have answers
This could be me
And it probably is