hello Oslo! noen av dere som titter innom av og til som kan å strikke sokker? jeg bestemte meg plutselig for at jeg skulle prøve meg på den kunsten også, siden jeg ikke har nok baller i luften fra før av. til gjengjeld kan jeg f. eks lære bort film og fototips, bake deg kanelboller, eller eventuellt låne deg et par filmer. ta gjerne kontakt!
bilde tatt av robert capa
if you search the world for happiness, you may find it in the end, for the world is round and will lead you back to your door
søster og mor
I wanted to take my time and write about how important Robin Williams has been for me in my life. I wanted to write about the things he has done and said that has inspired me to become a better person, and to achieve a curious and thirsty-for-knowledge outlook on life. He taught me to be unrestrained, to trust in my own beliefs, and to question established truths. Finally, I wanted to write about how he almost felt like family and how I've always believed that I would meet him, and work with him one day. I have too much to say, but it's too painful to say it.
"Robin Williams isn't dead, he is just stuck in the jungle waiting for someone to roll a five or eight." Gavin Exley
I remember the day I took this photograph like it was yesterday. I believe it's about five years to the date since I took it, and what I realize now, is that it was one of the worst days in my life.
a few days ago I read an article about words that now have a very different meaning then they used to, and the word awful was one of them. awful used to mean "worthy of awe", which makes a lot more sense then how we use the word today, but right now it fits well to the point I'm making
I remember that day five years ago, having no hopes for life ever taking a turn for the better. I drowned myself in my own self-loathing and disappointment, and I hated who I was and where I was at. I can't remember why life felt so horrible that day, but for some reason I decided to get on the train and just leave. I brought my single-use camera to a park, took a look at everything around me, and that's when I had the big revelation.
suddenly I felt a warm sensation of relief and acceptance flowing through me. I realized that no matter how horrible everything is where you are, whether it's a time in life, a state of mind or the situation you find yourself in at the moment; there is always a place in nature somewhere, waiting for you to visit and to see the bigger picture. it was thrown at me like a bad metaphor.
I felt the power of the universe that day that was awful in both senses of the word. something I have often done on days like those. I finally had hopes for a new beginning and for a transition into a better life, and so a pathway of the mind was created.
weather too hot, and life too swoony. when daily life is so filling, there is no time to reconsider or reevaluate. only time to live. now as the warm wind flows through the apartment, and Stephane Wrembel sets the bar for a solitary night at home, I let Pascal Mercier speak for me
it is extraordinary, but the answer changes in me with the light that falls on the city. if it is the enchanting light of a shimmering day that produces clear sharp-edge shadows, the thought of a hidden human depth seems like a mirage that arises when I look too long at the waves flashing in that light. for when I sit outside my favorite café, basking in the sun, my whole inner world seems filled to the depths.
text taken out of the book "Night Train to Lisbon" and shortened down.