I don’t usually have any memories about my childhood,
but some things come and go now and then.
As it did just now.
I remembered that there were a lot of blackouts, in place where we lived back then. And I never realised that a blackout can be such a nostalgic thing.
I almost wish they would still happen from time to time.
I’d like to experience that feeling of enforced silence and darkness, when all you can do is read in candlelight.
And nothing moves, and sky outside doesn’t have that disgusting orange of street lights reflecting in it, no machine made sound or lights or waves that keep bothering you…
candles, blankets, fireplace, and people realising that they do have things to talk about…

I do not really like staged photography.
I like capturing one real moment.
Because I believe it tells a better story.
Simply a personal preference.R1-14A

“… For this is the great secret, which was known to all educated men in our day: that by what men think, we create the world around us, daily new.

And now the priests, thinking that this infringed upon the power of their God, who created the world once and for all to be unchanging, have closed those doors (which were never doors, except in the minds of men),…”

Marion Zimmer Bradley “The Mists Of Avalon”

また底に落ちた。井戸の底。
理由は解らない
梅雨なのか生理なのか、
もっとなんかあるのか。
いつからか、
もわからない。
さっきまで通に考えて動いていたのに、
ある時に気づいたら、もう、ソコにいる。
現実と地上から遠くて、暗くて、狭い井戸の底だ。
考えを行動と繋がる糸が切れた。
「あぁ…」と、時計を見て、「30分で出ないといけない」
と、さっき風呂からでて、まだタオルを頭に巻いている状態。
通常でも、この状態からだと、身支度には、
少なくとも一時間ぐらいはかかる、でも…
「やばい…急がないと…」と思っても、体は動かない。
動いても、違うことをする。
「体が苦しい…なんとか食べないと…」
思ってもすぐ忘れてしまい
頭が重い。
一回瞬きしたら、三時間すぎた。
大好きなお祖父さんの75歳の誕生日
に電話さえできない
自分が許せない。大嫌い。
でも、そういった怒り、
悲しみと苦しみはもう、届かない。
また、ソコには、
感じるのは頭痛だけ。

Every writer has a myth-country. This does not have to be childhood … Myth does not mean something untrue, but a concentration of truth.

Doris Lessing, African Laughter

Kawabata Yasunari takes words out of my mouth:
“My head hasn’t been very clear these last few days. I suppose that’s why sunflowers made me think of heads. I wish mine was as clear as they are. I was thinking on the train – if only only there were some way to get your head cleaned and refinished. Just chop it off – well, maybe that would be a little violent. Just detach it and hand it over to some university hospital as if you were handing over a bundle of laundry. ‘Do this up for me, please’ you’d say. And the rest of you would be quietly asleep for three or four days or week while the hospital was busy cleaning your head and getting rid of the garbage. No tossing and no dreaming.”

The Sound of the Mountain

私は練乳を使ったケーキを焼き

母がキノコのビーフストロガノフを作り

夜にビールと

なぜか第1話から『Friends』を観て

色々と

男女関係についてとか考え

「今すぐ孫を作りなさい」とか言われ

本を読み

窓の外の雨を眺める…

すごく

美しいモノを見ると

自分が醜く感じる

だが

だからと言って

自分の為に美しいモノと拒む

のではなく

自分の痛みを無視するのが得意ですから

自分が醜い、と感じていても

あの人を愛す

The best thing about childhood, 

and the thing I miss the most right now,

is that feeling of endlessness of time. 

The feeling of a long long road in front of you,

that you actually feel anxious to walk quicker than you can.

That feeling that you can get a cold (most likely want to get a cold) 

and time would just stop while you could stay lying in your bed for few days,

and nothing would actually change when you got up again. 

Everything moves so fast now I actually feel like I’m being dragged by my hair and can’t get enough a break to stand back up on my feet. 

And I crave for something that will give me that feeling of time staying still again.