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@jonasathisworst
My heart hurts, as I read the news. I look at my eight year old son, as he plays on the floor in his room. Innocent and without fear. He is safe. My heart breaks. Somewhere out there are parents that looked at their children a few days ago and thought the same thing. The child is happy. Safe. Innocent. Then...
Houses aren't permanent. In the grand scheme of things they are flickers of our imagination. They come. They go. Someone's idea is the true foundation of every house. The idea is pushed into reality and made concrete. Later the house will crumble or be demolished - rooted out of existence - perhaps to make room for another idea. Or nature decides that it no longer needs to stay the same. Or people abandon the house and soon after it starts to decay. Houses, like everything man-made, are ideas too.
Seth Godin visited Iceland today. It made me happy. It made me think. I had ideas. The end.
Or at least until I turn some of those ideas into action!
The sea visits the city On winters first breath.
In more ways than one...
If you had a chance to influence the ground rules of your society, wouldn't you grab it? I did. I feel history will treat me kindly.
Expensive Wine Drunk Weekend Poem. I'm not sure how therapeutic it is, to post something this [insert descriptive word for bad poetry here] to the Internet, but I hope it serves two goals. It accurately depicts what went through my mind at the time of "the incident" and it will serve as a good reminder to myself to not spill really good wine in the future, lest future me will again have to assume the role of punisher, wielding worldwide web humiliation.
Friday afternoon. One more week gone by. One step closer to an end. The wind is calm and the ocean still. The mountains guard the horizon. Autumn has come and washed away some of the summer colors. The young claim the world for themselves while the old mistake their signals for visual pollution.
Autumn came today. It is always a strange time of year for me. It either makes me happy to be sad or sad to be happy. I've never figured out which one is true.
Of course Benjamin didn't listen to me and Mrs. Robinson had him for breakfast. Stupid college graduate.
Just a casual observation, made as we reached the second floor of the Eiffel tower. Step 666 was anti-climatic.
One time, at my house, my wife and I were watching TV when the lights started to flicker. All of a sudden it was pitch black. After a few uneasy moments the TV came back on but we were no longer watching a romantic comedy from 2009. We were watching a hit television show from the late eighties. It was horrible. The fashion, the sounds, the canned laughter... We tried to change the channel but nothing happened. We tried to shut it off but it wouldn't go off. We were stuck. "Please Mr. TV! Take me back to the 21st century", I cried. My wife was frantic at this point. The television started laughing. I looked down and I saw my shirt had shoulder pads. We were stuck. Resistance was futile. I woke up screaming.
"I will eat this house!" shouted the giant cloud man as he descended from the heavens. He opened his mouth and the house disappeared as his gaping maw closed over it. A few hours later the fog had drifted away and the cloud man had vanished. But the house still stood.
Even when your feet carry you down a dust-laden road and a small voice whispers in your ear: "this leads to nowhere", don't be scared of what lies ahead. Even when you stand at the top of the highest mountain an you know there is nowhere to go but down, don't be scared of what lies ahead. Even when all your faults and shortcomings are exposed to the world by fate or folly, don't be scared of what lies ahead. Even when your last breath escapes parted lips and you fall pray to death's eternal embrace, don't be scared of what lies ahead.
Never forget. The world is your playground. And what a magical place it is!
"Look at that monstrous castle!" I thought to myself.
"Built on the backs of a hard working mouse with pitch problems, a lame duck with respiratory disease and his young uncles. Child labour and animal cruelty!" - I was getting worked up.
"We are the 99%" I shouted as Sleeping Beauty peeked out of the window.
I once met a rhino that lived inside a museum. After greeting him I decided to ask him how he felt about being put on display. He grinned and said:
Why worry when you are dead? At least they keep the dust away, when all is done and said. Which is more than the poor giraffe can say 'cause they cannot reach his head.
I immediately asked the rhino to keep the poetry to himself. It was obvious that his talents lay elsewhere.