8th August 2016
I walk alone into a romantic garden where once lovers met, where once someone cried, where once writers wrote meaningful poems to their nymphs and muses… I walk alone into a garden to discover that all of the beautiful things are fragile and soon, to be dead: to become a gentle dust that settles peacefully.
In this garden, everything seems so acoustic and similar to an Andrei Tarkovsky’s movie. Everything reverberates nostalgia and poetry. I walk alone because there is nobody besides me. I walk alone to become one, to find myself in the fragility of this dual world.
Someone once asked me: “Where do you find contentment when everything fails? I answered: In nature, in all the elevated forms of art and in spirituality.”
1st of August 2016
I’ve been sleeping as much as I can to avoid the reality. Lately, I avoid too many things: food, baths, clothes… everything weighs to much on me … It’s hard to walk in peace, my thoughts and feelings are in a turmoil. The simple act of breathing exhaust me so deeply. Is this another metamorphosis? Am I in a state of larvae to later become a butterfly? And why it must hurt so much? Is life an endless metamorphosis?
I want to believe that life has secretly kept a small amount of happiness for me, so I keep praying… Blessed are those who live in contentment and dammed are those who live in disquiet.
The Allure of flowers in victorian era: I made a brief video to illustrate these gone days.
Soon, I will be talking about the secret universe and language of flowers in Victorian Era, on Flanêur. I hope to spend a nice day surrounded by others who share the same admiration for the curiosities of this period.
It’s been a while since my first post on The Candour Cabin, I never thought that someone would stop by and leave a kind message of appreciation, but it did happen and to show my acknowledging for all your kindness here is this flower bouquet.
I’ve been worrying about so many things lately and than I stumble across this Epictetus’ quote:
“There is only one way to happiness and that is to cease worrying about things which are beyond the power of our will.”
P.s – In these photos are things that I treasure: books, my butterfly mug, a bird from my dear Vibeke and nature.
Video captions of my daily life – an inventarium of moments.
Chapter 3 – Make a Vintage Bulletin Board
Early this morning, searching for quietness amidst the things I treasure.
I am trapped in a era that I hardly recognize as mine… Sometimes I am too nostalgic, too romantic, too much of a dreamer, too unfit, too silent for the purposes of this society. I long for a place that no longer exists. I am a witness in this life.