Skriverier

A moment of complete silence.
Silence consumed by fullness.

So quiet I could not hear the music,
I could not hear my own breath,
even the world around me was quiet.

I know it was still there.
The world.
Surrounding me, trying to pull me down, distracting me and holding on to me....

When I am out in the world, I tend to meet people. If I for example have spent an afternoon on my own, I will more often than not have something to tell. For some reason I end up speaking to some very unique people. Throughout some train journeys, taxi trips, flights and walks in towns, I have met some...

As I look out the window, I see a house with other windows.
In these windows I see reflections of what is on the other side.
This reflection is not visible around the building, just within the squares of its windows.
The reflection does not come from where I sit.
It does not come from the room I am in or what surrounds me....

The hopelessness of the now.
The illusion of the future.
Hope.
The hope of what goes beyond.
Beyond sadness.
The hope of everything that goes beyond.
Beyond this moment of helplessness.
Only so much you can do.
Only so much you can create.
Creating the nothingness.
Living in-between.
Not quite finished....