All posts filed under: Slow

Middle ground

I’m half way reading the sixth and last part of Karl Ove Knausgard’s Min Kamp (My Struggle). There is a passage in one of these volumes that stuck with me – as did many others – , about the author’s own social behaviour. I wish […]

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Wall

If I hadn’t come this close, if I hadn’t pushed it this far, we would probably still be on speaking terms today. It’s a thought that I find hard to let go of. It almost led me to believe that it was wrong to get close […]

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Words, again

Every form of communication is a way of building at least some kind of relationship I guess. I’m not consciously working on the establishment or consolidation of relationships when I talk to people or interact with them on the social sites, my ambitions and expectations […]

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Fiction

I read an interview recently with a Dutch author who just published his correspondence from over the years. He said that letters that are unanswered, become a sort of fiction. He didn’t explain himself, but I liked the idea. I’ve written quite a few letters […]

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Freedom (again)

“Few people are really “following” your work. Even fewer care. What are you doing with that freedom?” It doesn’t feel great having to admit to a lack of creativity. But at least I can say that ‘not taking full advantage of my freedom’ has little to do with […]

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Mountains may depart

I don’t have old negatives. I don’t really have an archive of long forgotten images that would tell me anything about my former self as a seeing person. I do have cases with old slides though, but I don’t think they are about seeing, they are […]

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No one belongs here more than you*

I came across this blog Broken Light, recommended by wp because it’s followed by someone I follow and I think I know who. On this blog, people who are suffering from or affected by mental illness submit their photos and add some words about their mental condition. And I […]

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Not even close

This by far isn’t my favorite portrait of a landscape. In fact, it’s an outtake, refused, and with good reason. Rather uninteresting lines and an overall blandness. But still. Even this mediocre representation doesn’t fail to convey the sheer impressiveness of this landscape. And, for me, […]

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Where we are

“I hate where this is going” has stuck with me for about two years. And suddenly this morning I realized that it is no longer going anywhere. This is it. This is where we are. Only a few months ago, it was unthinkable that I would settle for this. But […]

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The neighbourhood

The neighbourhood

I don’t know why I’m thinking about this now, but I’d like to go back to where I came from. Which is not the place where I was born, because I don’t remember much of it. A few memories, perhaps, but they don’t seem to be related […]

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Real

“Love is about bottomless empathy, born out of the heart’s revelation that another person is every bit as real as you are. And this is why love, as I understand it, is always specific. Trying to love all of humanity may be a worthy endeavor, […]

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