By any chance..

His dog is big, white and ugly.
He reaches into his pocket and throws the piece of bread on the floor for his dog to eat. He speaks with the dog, asks if the bread was nice. Then he walks around, asking people who stand waiting for the train if they were smokers, he asks me: "Are you a smoker, by any chance?" and then: "Can you read the board, when will the next train arrive?" I couldn't see it either, so he swears and jumps down onto the rails. He bends down, picks up something and quickly climbs up on the platform again and I can see he has picked up a cigarette which must have been laying between the rails. He smokes and waits, and swears aggressively, he's fed up with waiting, he's fed up with all those people joining us and filling up the platform, filling up the train. The train arrives, he gets in and suddenly his voice changes to a smooth, warm and friendly tone as he's making his speech asking for money, while his dog silently follows him.

Life is..

..like a butterfly. With flapping wings. Quick changes between the inner colourful and the darker outer side of them. Light and happiness for one moment, followed by darkness and depression. The maintenance of the status quo when the butterfly is resting, in case of rain it's resting under a leaf, if it was fast enough to reach one, otherwise it's hit by each drop. The development in the cocoon and the beautiful surprise after the escape!

Against Your Neighbour

It's not about freedom of press, it's about tolerance and tact. Just because you're free to insult your neighbour doesn't mean you'll do it. Nobody would think of being unfriendly just because he knows there will be no punishment for it. Of course you can argue the caricaturist who drew a picture of the prophet Mohammed in the Danish newspaper simply didn't know he was insulting anyone. But seriously, if you have such a little idea of what you're doing when you are drawing cartoons about islam, just don't do it! Really, if you are a professional caricaturist for a newspaper which is sold successfully throughout the country then do your research properly! The problem with these caricatures is not the image of Mohammed but the way he is drawn as being the source of all terrorism. The same thing can be said about all religions, draw Jesus his head as a bomb and at least everyone in Northern Ireland will understand what Christian terrorism is about.
But using these pictures months after their publication for demagogic purposes isn't fine either. I have little doubt that the protest was planned. But the trigger for the violent protest doesn't matter much, the radicals would have found anything to turn their people into idealistic radicals who have never known our way of thinking and living, who's to blame? Who is blaming the children who joined the Hitler Youth and believed in everything their leaders said? If you grow up with a certain ideology and someone attacks it you'd do anything to prevent your world from going down, especially if you're in a group of friends and family who support your view.
If dialogue had ever worked there wouldn't have been all those wars under the flag of "religion". (Talking of flags, where did all those Danish flags suddenly come from to be burnt in masses..?) The optimistic opinion would be that people just haven't tried hard enough and that now we live in an age of communication where dialogue between cultures and countries is in its best phase.
Open your eyes and see.

Artificial Absurdity

The good thing about me is.. that there are so many me =)









"...It's a new life
It's a new day
It's a new dawn
For me
And I'm feeling good



Fish in the sea you know how I feel
River running free you know how I feel
Blossom in the tree you know how I feel... "
by Muse

We Are...

..the solitude of an old widow.
..the exclamation mark at the end of a slogan.
..the silence before the start of a song.
..the smoke of a lonely man's cigarette.
..the missing words in a conversation.
..the tiny gaps between the cotton threads of our clothes.
..the stinging disappointment of a man waiting for his date (in vain).
..the water in plant cells.
..the fake smile of a model on a placard.
..the smile of the Mona Lisa.
..the first chords of a future rock star.
..the curse never spoken out aloud.
..the dark side of the moon.
..the sound of a falling leaf.
..the logic of our soul.
..the forgetfulness of our heart.
..the memory of better days.
..the salt in the soup.
..the woman serving coffee in a train station.
..the umbrella protecting us from our desires.
..the right word at the right time at the wrong place.
..the skill to surprise.
..the success of a therapy.
..the smell of desperation of a lonely girl's heart.
..the flapping sound of a butterfly's wings.
..the loud singing of a girl with headphones.

Associations and memories with a song

Between yesterday and tomorrow,
There is more there is more than a day.
Between day and night between black and white
There is more, there is more than gray.
Between the question and the answer
There's the silence of the sea.
Between the cradle and the grave,
There is the someone that is me.
Between yesterday and tomorrow,
There is more there is more than a day.

Theres every dawn youve ever seen,
And every thing you've ever known.
There's every hand youve ever touched or that ever was,
Or that could have been, or that should have been.
Between yesterday and tomorrow
There is more there is more than a day.
Between day and night, between black and white
There is more, there is more than gray.
Between the summer and the winter, there's a multitude of falls.
Between the entry and the exit, there's a labyrinth of halls.

Between yesterday and tomorrow
There is more there is more than a day.
There's every plan you'll dare to make
And every dream you'll dare to dream.
There's every word you'll hope to say,
All that's yet to be, all that ought to be, all that has to be--
Between yesterday and tomorrow. Between yesterday and tomorrow.

Barbra Streisand