And the thing with doves, is that they carry the message of, and are the symbols of peace!

I know that is no coincidence, having experienced this first-hand

In Gamla Stan, I was having an argument with my wife. I’m sure I was being an ass.

Before the situation could escalate, I was shat on the head by a dove however, and the argument was brought to an abrupt stop.

This would never have happened in Paris.

He was getting old, feeling that he was losing his beauty, feeling spent, seeing no escape, just the endless grind, and for every day, the feeling that everything he so painstakingly built now is slowly slipping through his fingers, even though he’s holding onto it for dear life

And still, retirement is so very far away

And he asked me, do I notice too now people in general seem to be struggling these days

And I said, that truly I do, truly

But, I said, maybe it’s always been like this, only now we see ourselves reflected in these other people

They just didn’t use to be us, is all.

It’s making an extra stop now, a little bit longer than usual, outside of one of the most beautiful places in the world, but through the windows of the car, I see only a dark blue grey,

Because the lands are shrouded in the thickest fog,

So if someone, an elk?, ventures onto these train tracks, nobody will be able to stop the train from hitting it, and for the elk, the train — even with its headlights — will appear to be coming out of nowhere!

In this magical mist, the mind might wander; I could picture that I’m anywhere in the world, or other worlds or times,

But, I’m already where I want to be, the most beautiful place I know,

I hate this place, but I love it even more!

Really seeing before me, But it doesn’t help.

Like when I was at a farm, as a child, looking at the goat grandmother sold to them, holding the fence, which I found out was electric, getting a shock.

Probing carefully, I discovered to my great disappointment, that I hadn’t gotten any superpowers. Nothing like that.

And finally, when stepping on the hornets’ nest, as a child, instead of being controlled by my formidable mind, they stung me.

I haven’t managed to break this wall between imagination and reality

Yet.

I’d lighted a fire in the fireplace, and quietly I was having a beer in the kitchen, by the bar disk. Feeling at peace.

But then something happened? What went wrong ?

Is this just the ebb and flow of things? Did they moon cause this?

Are my humours out of balance?

I know, I think I know what it was

i thought of mother.

Which when I woke up, I saw, I saw the brown leaves scattered on the ground, like so many frosted cornflakes

And with the rising sun, vapours rise too in a wet fog

And there are birds, the rowan trees’ are full of birds , the berries are red, the leaves red like rust

And I’ve been tired, lethargic almost

But my father came, and we had beers outside by the fire, and look, I like the fire, to gaze into the fire

I don’t want to think inside of my own head today, so I won’t

That’s my prerogative.

I found a plastic food container in the freezer. I’d been thinking to eat it today, the day when I’m alone. But, when I could finally pry open the lid to see what was inside, it was just something brown, like a puddle of frozen mud.

Isn’t that fascinating?

The little town next to where I live, it’s teeming with racists. Finally there was a sinkhole there, which I have good reason to believe, in reality is a not fully opened hole leading straight down to hell.

I think the whole town might sink into this hole one fine day, and I haven’t made up my mind yet, whether it is a good thing, or a bad.

I choose indifference this time.

Speaking of which,

Have you thought about the fact that neutrality almost always benefits the strong party in a conflict, the oppressor.

The night belongs to the frogs! They are everywhere, of all sizes and frog shapes,

But during daylight, I see them only when it rains.

Where are they the rest of the time?

How many frogs do I kill with the lawnmower?

It’s a slaughter, maybe

And even though that might be,

And even though I love frogs

Still i mow

Such is the power of

Imagination

And I even took the red pill!

And I’m o on my way to see the friend of the office, to put in a good unit of work, maybe have a fancy lunch with pie? And coffee!

And now I must read my book, because even though it’s not a muscle, but mostly fat, the brain needs exercise too!

I’m feeding my fire again!