Modern love #1

Love is, acknowledging and appreciating each others playlists.

E.Y

On a subway in Berlin...

Stripped vs. Tiled

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Growl

It's cold and dark where I'm living and once again, I try to lift my head from my pillow and find the strength to face another day

It was pitch black outside. She woke up before the alarm bell and managed to knock down everything on her night table while trying to grasp her cell phone.
She was going to call in sick. But was running out of excuses. Lately she had been allocating the days evenly throughout the weeks, trying to avoid any suspicion or gossip in the workplace. People were ready to stab you in the back.

It was noon when she woke up again. She had received an sms on her cell. Some random person.

She was emotionally unbalanced. Last week it was about the boy, this week it was life in general. How could she explain the lows rapidly taking over the highs and the desperate need to stay in bed; a shelter for her thoughts?
It's not as if people were listening and no one was noticing the conversations becoming collective monologues; no feedbacks, no sincere display of emotions.

She was staring carefully at the cracks in the wall. In rainy days they would fill with water leaking onto the parquet floors, leaving a stench and  humidity in the room that didn't concern her any more than her stomach starting to growl.

E.Y

Skinny Love

I was patient, I was fine about the time, tried to act balanced and be kind.
I stared at the computer to find the right words but none of them would fit, none of them sounded nonchalant against your words that stabbed and decomposed my inside.

E.Y

Oslo, moodbased.

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 "At different times you see with different eyes. You see differently in the morning from in the evening. The way in which one sees also depends on one's mood... If you are to paint such an atmosphere ... you cannot merely sit and stare at everything and paint it 'as accurately as you see it'. You must paint it as it appeared when the motif seized you."
Edward Munch.

Astrup Fearnley, Oslo Fall Exhibition 2012

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Definition of Definition

From MOMA, New York Spring 2012

Reposting: Let's Live a Cliché

Some of you might remember Patrick Moberg and the buzz around the girl he saw on the subway whom he later insisted on finding by drawing a  rough description of her.  His story was a perfect match for my post "Let's live a cliché". These kind of stories still inspire me...


Let's live a cliché;
Our eyes meet coincidentally in the middle of a rush hour in a subway station. By accident you look once, then twice. The third time, you pretend to be looking at the board while you try to close your umbrella. But I know how it works; you can't hide it from me. Why is your hair wet? I don't get it.
The crowd around us turns silent and moves in slow motion. No matter how many times I get bumped into; my looks remain calm, waiting for the next exchange.2 minutes to the next subway. It's not mine. Hopefully, not yours either.

E.Y

Photo by Patrick Moberg

Luis Beltrán Photography

I have the same dream...just that in mine there is a hammock.

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It is what it is...

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I cannot change a city; make it warmer, blow away the clouds or add vibrance to the empty streets.


E.Y