Chimneys

Windy; obviously.

Friday is Skyday (87)

Having the blues . . .

Pleasures for my ears

. . . recently presented to me.

On a Road

. . . through a forest.

On the Road

. . . to a fine Greek restaurant.

"Happy" Hundredth

The welfare of the people in particular
has always been the alibi of tyrants,
and it provides the further advantage
of giving the servants of tyranny
a good conscience.

Albert Camus *November 7th, 1913

In the Year 2097

. . . the Euro will have found its end.

Not only does the fishmonger who'd stop his car once a week at about the same time just in front of the gates to Seanhenge provide us with excellent seafood, fine jokes and lots of friendliness: He does know a lot more. Obviously.

Instead of a Text Message

On the Road

The calm before a storm.

Just grasp by intuition

Nichi-nichi kore kōjitsu.

Every day is a good day.

Sounds nice, eh?

Wise even, hm?

Oh, and it's Zen!

Now that's gorgeous, isn't it? So inspiring, these old masters, no?!

Fine!

And now:


Go and tell that the child misused in this very minute.

Go and tell that the man tortured in this very moment.

Go and tell that the woman being raped in this very second.

Go and tell . . .

Come on, don't hesitate.

. . .

Pardon? . . .  Ah, of course, to these persons in their very special situation this statement may appear contradictory to rationality but certainly they'll be able to grasp it through intuition on the peak of delight while being misused, tortured, raped.

The peace of the night.

Friday is Skyday

Not to bore myself
with trying to tell the story behind
I leave you with what you see

Time . . .

. . . to . . .

. . . die.

Laughing Lhursday*

Would you kill
a spider near the ceiling?

I take a glass and a postcard
and open a window.. :)

* [For first time visitors]:

Typo in the title?
Nah. It's just that I would not let a tiny T spoil an avantgardistic alliteration.