the cicada and god

the cicada does not care about the years down underground for those three months of play and an exit, and another world, creation and death – all in one. his song transcends his night and day, weather and sunshine alike, spicing up the moments before all will be covered in browns and reds, and cold […]

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done and done

so, as of today, i have changed my habitat. i will live in the congregation house of my church. all the things have been moved. the place looks a little crowded by the white sacks containing books, but i will sort that out in time, same as my personal belongings and materials for the crafts. […]

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i miss her. it’s been a year and a half roughly – and i still miss her. the little things, the casual talk on the phone, the cabbage recipe, the enjoying of bananas or fish soup. nothing great or important, just the little, everyday, unimportant things. the beautiful voice. the work-worn hands. the ‘life must go on’ […]

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flying with silences

i look to the night moth when the wind waits patiently in the susurrus of leaves to borrow the silence of wings that carries me back and onwards, into the sigh of memories, moments, remembrances, shared shards of a life and experience that are lost irreversibly. under the cover of midnight green i will put […]

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the sky thing

nothing can ever be compared to the late august sky. the blue, and the peach coloured fluffs of clouds. the air. the wind. if i ever got to make world, this is how it would feel. like late august.

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the laughing angels

the wonderful has announced that today is the day of the laughing angels. and i think, what would make the angels laugh. given that they are supposed not to be evil. obviously, not our stupidity, or mistakes, or pain, not the things we do to hurt each other, and then laugh. not the slapstick […]

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just so

to reach out with a bare hand, and touch the deep blue silk of the sky where the stars are etched carefully, some closer, some deeper, and some only in imagination

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the nights of petunia blossom

and cicadas singing through the not-quite-autumn dusk. it is time to sit on a riverbank, or a balcony, or the edge of a roof, and watch the world float by dreamily. it is the time to gather one’s summer into little jars of fragrant memories. it is time to talk slowly, to exchange what one […]

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laughed my head off

the wumo have done it again. otherwise, the bookshelf has been constructed, thanks to kittensolar and Alex, and Robert. now, the final stage of throwing things out. then – to pack the books, then – to move them. should be there by saturday. ptb willing that is.

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and so i get up today, and get out of my place, and come back, and kinda wonder why my right hand is feeling somewhat odd. and then i look at the palm, and there’s this huge bruise, right in the middle. honestly, when i went to bed last night, there was none, and i […]

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i looked into my spam folder today. now here is a question: how would it change who i am, if i had more traffic in my blog? would that make me smarter? more beautiful? more skilled? faster? the consumerist idea that everything can be measured by more of sth, has achieved perfect absurdity here. are […]

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foreign moments

try this – for a moment, a few minutes, walk, drive, commute, move through your home town or city like you were a foreigner. like you saw it for the second time in your life. is it beautiful? or not quite? does it feel like home? would you rather live here and not where you […]

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