kickstart my heart

all dressed up in red and yellow

I am waiting for you

"I have been looking for you" you whisper mellow.

You are the wind, so full of life

And once again I fall for that trick

You take of my clothes and leave me

Naked while the snow falls thick

Oct 25
autumn

Losing the grip when meeting nature. Looking into the never ending, never beginning universe, and the the yellow yellow leaves.

And realising that

the mess in the apartment, the homework, making dinner

Are all routines making life comprehensible 

Oct 25
Repeat after me: I am free
Oct 25

Repeat after me: I am free




So evolution made man superior by the development of advanced mental capacities. The homo sapiens, by itself is rather fragile and physically undangorous compared to other animals. Meeting a lion with nothing but your bare hands and mental capacities would not protect you from the lions teeth and claws. However in the story of evolution humans became capable of creating tools out of natures resources, to control nature. A man with a rifle would be able to protect himself from the lion. The strategy is smart, enabling homo sapiens survival. However, the creation of tools became so great, human being in many parts of the world became increasingly distanced from pure nature. The evolutionary goal of survival was no longer a struggle, but a taken for granted fact. 

How do we discover meaning when the meaning (struggle of survival) is no longer present?

Oct 25

meningen med livet er å glemme at det ikke fins en mening

Aug 17

no meaning

Jun 10
Jun 10
empty nest
Feb 26
A fucking MEN

It’s been a rough winter for all of us, some more than others. ‘Seasonal depression’ is a pretty common phenomenon among us lot of uber sensitive, unnecessarily emotional creatives. We need the physical comfort of warmth to remind us that life is real. We need long, summer days to trick us into believing that we’re not running out of time. We need barbecues and pool parties to distract us from the imminence of death and other stupid melodramatic existential shit (things that only privileged people have the free time to think about). Winter, obviously, is an overt threat to our sanity. We whine, mope, weep, deck ourselves out in monochrome and refuse to remove our circle sunglasses in public, flattering ourselves with the masturbatory paranoia that other people will want to make eye contact with our sorry asses. We’re perfectly sad. Pristinely depressed. Depreston.

Feb 26
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