Dancing with closed eyes

When I first met her she was a diffident girl, the type you had to force not to be impressionable. Then somebody told her she should always dance like nobody's watching. But people always watch as she discovered. So she danced for the limelight and got blinded.

I thought about her today while I was dancing. I was dancing with my eyes closed. It's a dangerous thing to do, but I won't go astray because I'm the type who forces people not be impressionable. I know what it leads to.

The signs didn't deceive

Two old photoalbums were lying on the coffee table in my grandmother’s house. Thumbing through the albums I saw my grandmother in her youth, my father as a toddler dressed up for church and many baby pictures of my youngest uncle. Then I came across the photograph with a grim foretelling sense.

The boy fiddling with the motorcycle is my oldest uncle. Twenty years later he would become a motor mechanic and start a garage. The boy on the motorcycle is my youngest uncle. Twenty years later he would lose his life behind the wheel.

Hang me up to dry

Last summer the doctor adviced me to turn my habits around and change my lifestyle. It would turn out much more difficult than expected. I wanted to live healthy and sane, but the urge to live fast proved to be stronger.

Seven months later and exhaustion feels as familiar as a birthmark. Last month it marked my skin. Today I sat on the tram with cold sweat on my forehead and trembling hands. Hang me up to dry please, or I won't last till the summer.

Leave a door of opportunity open

The Germanic god Wodan had two ravens Hugin and Mugin who reported what happened in the world. Hugin represented thought, while Mugin personated remembrance.

I started this Hugin in February of this year and yesterday the perfect Mugin finally landed in my hand. Black, streamlined and with the eye of an eagle. Others would probably refer to it as a Canon EOS 450d. Perhaps it's now time to kick down the brick wall behind closed doors?