loose ends

damn. this is the last thing i’d imagined a year ago.

(happy xmas and new years and everything else)

Between the idea
And the reality
Between the motion
And the act
Falls the Shadow

For Thine is the Kingdom

Between the conception
And the creation
Between the emotion
And the response
Falls the Shadow

Life is very long

Between the desire
And the spasm
Between the potency
And the existence
Between the essence
And the descent
Falls the Shadow

For Thine is the Kingdom

For Thine is
Life is
For Thine is the

nokia & ipod 2005.

nokia & ipod 2007.

In approximately ten hours time i’ll be sitting in seat 43J on KLM flight 791, leaving Schiphol airport for Guarulhos for the sixth time this year (Jan, May, July, Aug, Oct, Dec). I now don’t mind the flight. It is as crowded as flights can be (connecting two continental hubs yay), but the twelve hours strapped in a handful of square centimeters eating preheated veggie food while traversing 10megameters does not bother me.

When coming here to Amsterdam I don’t mind the cold (though I could do without the rain). I enjoy the city. Enjoy some of the alone-time. Enjoy the brisk walk to the office.

Likewise, when going home to SP, it’s mostly all positive. Arriving on a sunday to avoid rush-hour traffic when leaving the airport. But it’s all good. The food, the friends. Good coffee. 33 degrees.

I haven’t given this 20.000km-a-month thing much thought.

I always feel quite tired the day after a trip. All the entailing details; the packing, the checking in, the queues, the dry airplane air. But once that’s behind me I mostly enjoy the disconnectedness. The distance from home. The guaranteed alone-time.

Once every two months is rather enough. More than that is just too much.
And perhaps it’s all coming to a temporary halt for half of next year anyway. We’ll see.

But now I just want to be tired, and I just want to fast-forward through the next 24 hours. Fall asleep and wake up not to bags that need carrying down three flights of narrow staircase, but wake up to sunshine & the sweet smell of car exhaust.

if anybody asks, the future is pink.

I love how in the description they describe it as a good thing.

the problem, if there is a problem, is your time.
too much time waiting, not enough time right here.
not so much what you want it to be.
ladies & gentlemen, trying as hard as you can.
did you not see what happened?
there is where it begins.
where you give up.
…
…
…

nothingincommon

atheistically is actually a word.

1. i wonder if you’re still there.

In a little while
I’ll be gone
The moment’s already passed
Yeah it’s gone
And I’m not here
This isn’t happening
I’m not here
I’m not here