Sandefjord — Ascending from a gelatinous dreamland you open your eyes and suddenly find yourself obligated to deal with the practicalities of an external universe. Do not topple into that all-too-familiar state of dull, assumption-filled obviousness. Unveil the curtains. Let the light enfold your skin. Concentrate on the luminosity and on the warmth. Then remember that just 8 minutes ago these photons were ...
Sandefjord — “There’s that wonderful Ramakrishna quote; When I don’t know who I am, I serve you. When I know who I am, I am you.”
Sandefjord — I’m pulled above the canopy by a youthful lust for fear. As I gain footing a small bird stages a balletic landing in the neighbouring pine crown, glancing over at me unimpressed. 10 minutes later we’...
Sandefjord — Brush off dirt and dog hairs. Take out the laces. Put the shoes and the laces in a washable bag. Put the washable bag with the shoes and the laces in the washer with a towel. Don’t put more stuff in ...
I bet I could appreciate Norway if I learned to mentally separate culture and nature.
Stitching Pants
Old guys on the internet.
Walking in the woods writing songs on off-brand post-it notes.
The Original Antidepressant
washing my shoes in the washing machine
There's something oddly comforting about the realization that I’ll probably never be entirely content with anything I create. Think like a cook. Proper evaluation will morph all finished results into crap.
Trying To Wake Up Every Day