the photographer

Floor is cold, feet burning. Hot meal on the kitchen table, first in weeks. Took some effort, turned out better than anticipated. A drink would be in order, where’s that Ouzo again. Live with me.

I wish I could honestly say I was more interested in what's now

Some days it isn’t until she stands by the front door that her belly starts to ache. She likes the surface though. It reminds her of a house she vaguely remembers, only she can’t quite place it. Teak, perhaps?

You know when you are moving through the land, your body feels good and step by step the terrain rushes by under your feet and you feel like you could run like this halfway into forever and then you start noticing that you are being chased or followed by something or someone but there isn’t anyone there and you don’t know what or who it is, something or someone that is pulling you from behind, […]

For a moment I think I am in a different store, one I have never been in before, in an unknown city. Then I realize I can read the labels. It’s more disappointing than I would have expected. She kisses me, I kiss her back. There is something not right about this but we keep at it. Perhaps it’s just me, no it can’t be. This should not be happening. My feet are always wet […]

I wake up, slowly, it smells autumn. The temperature is low but the sleeping bag is up for the task, I’m not cold. Next to me there is a backpack, the back is ok to carry it, later. Outside the car, it’s the car I had many suns ago, but I won’t be driving it today. I make breakfast, coffee. The ocean is to the right, the glacier to the left. Somewhere in between is […]

He, too, did not have a boat.

And even stranger to have been stuck at home with something that resembles an old fashioned cold but these days, who knows? At least I’m among the lucky ones with a computer and internet and some work that can be done. Having been indoors for the last few days perhaps the days are stranger than I realize. The media perspective is only so accurate. Wonder how it all looks, I mean feels, when I get […]