noise over noise inside more noise need to get away from it can't work like this away 25 kilo metres searching for other sounds
here we go dark and cold scooter stink scooter noise, now there should go subsidies to electric scooters much better much better they who can afoord electric cars do they really need subsidies solved one problem in my mind just in my mind while fleeing what can not be left here we go dark and cold
you know that feeling of ultimate argument non winning sensations now here comes the camera excuse me what about them catkins ja you are in macro mode ja hey i am getting wet here ja no win situation
and again under water what do you want to achieve with them spots them white spots where did they come from in the first place not inside my lenses my light focus shows something else and again
silence of water music for mind slowly certainly coming and going reflecting movement let it be let it come let it smooth all away hundreds of photos coming and going suddenly Virginia Woolf flows by her shoes sink inside sand her pockets are filled with rocks her hair flows like waves over her facial expression just a moment out of hours reflecting in my mind her dead her books her words 3 women 3 timescales 3 livelihoods 1 movie hours away like my mind hours flowing on water forgetting all what can not be left leaving reality out of my mind like wolfs with dubble Osss creating stories making lines of words over screams entering my mind letting go of what lays behind entering what lays ahead in my mind just my mind not yours not his her lines are different than mine in offensive minefield going where insults solve into waterlines going where outrage sinks to bottomlines. yep here an old place a new way
hours later words later images later the certain need to go back headache picking up cold till the bones legs numbing battery low almost too late for bakery almost not yet so cakes and bread to celebrate hours hours in solitude when creativity flows the best now spending hours to fix it all inside my mind creating my own words creating storylines showing my vision what noise never will see what hurry never will see what concrete never will see
If you came this far to read what was written you might wonder i have lost my mind but no these are real feelings true feelings coming and going every day as i can not get used to city living inside a huge village but for dutch pricipes it is a village for me it is a city. To do what i do i need nature so need to escape.
None of the photos nor the poems will be published in the books they will stay unique for the books only, not for screens nor screams.