As it’s becoming traditional in this blog, half way through January looks like a nice time to talk about last year. It’s also my birthday soon, so it feels like a more natural end of year to me. I am still in London. A place that keeps giving me mixed feelings. I broke one of […]Read more "Belated new year’s musings…"
I disappeared in you.
You disappeared from me.
I gave you everything you ever wanted.
It wasn’t what you wanted.
So cruel, U2
Happy new year all! Here goes a gallery of pictures to start this 2019. These are taken in the Negev desert, in Israel, around Mitzpe Ramon, where we found a strange sort of sculpture trail, and Makhtesh Ramon. Here I really enjoyed looking at the colour of the sand and soil, all those ochre and […]Read more "The road to nowhere (2)"
Like fate, destiny, except those aren’t real. Coincidence is as close as we get, but it’s all pareidolic: seeing patterns in things that aren’t there. Faces in clouds. We look for connections because we want to see them. We want everything attached as neatly as possible. It removes the concept – the concern – of what happens if things simply aren’t.
I Still Dream, James Smythe
Later I took a train to Stockholm. I managed to see a bit of Sweden’s country side, with its forests and lakes. My first intention was to do a road trip, but I had no much time for that this time. Would have been great to get lost somewhere in the west Swedish coast… […]Read more "Stockholm’s syndrome (2)"
In every story, there is always a lighthouse, leading one towards something. Of course, a lighthouse really only exists to tell you what to avoid.
I still dream, James Smythe.
Some months ago, just out of the blue, I took a flight to Copenhagen. The idea was to visit friends in Malmö and Stockholm. I had never been in Sweden. As a short summer break from the heat wave in London seemed like a perfectly good idea. Is funny how we accumulate stereotypes and preconceived […]Read more "Stockholm’s syndrome (1)"
Time heals all… but what if Time itself is the disease?
Wings of desire, Wim Wenders
It’s been long since I last posted pictures, so here goes a gallery with my most recent pictures posted in Instagram. There is even a selfie! 🙂Read more "Mobile pictures (5)"
People are forgotten. Eventually no one remembers you.
Hotel Silence, Auður Ava Ólafsdóttir.
A picture taken in Mitzpe Ramon, while walking to the sculpture park nearby. Other day I will post pictures of that place. I loved this part of the trip…Read more "The road to nowhere…"