Blodbøk

One day I’m working at a graveyard which has a particularly nice big tree with red leaves. It is raining heavily this day and at some point I decide that both me and my hardworking machine need a break to dry up a bit, and what better place than under this massive tree who’s leaves seem heavy with blood and who’s base I and a colleague have unsuccessfully tried to reach around. Considering the nourishment that has inspired this giant to go so far in reaching for heaven, the colour is quite fitting. Wearing bright orange pants, slightly radioactive looking and waterproof beyond belief, I just sat right down on the ground, leaning on the tree. Another reason I frequently choose this spot is that no one can see me sitting there unless they happen to walk into this part of the graveyard. However, having settled on the ground, I look up and realize I am not alone. Being slightly damaged (in the mind that is) by my work, I tend to only notice green stuff that grows when I work. I have a certain talent for tunnel vision, but now I can see clearly that I am surrounded... by gravestones that is. All of which were facing me it seems. In my ears, my iPod is going on and on about positive thinking. Not of its own accord though, it is playing my audio book. Usually I see stuff that need to be done, now I see dead people, or rather their names, spelled out with leathers of varying quality. How sad. Now that they were all facing me, I feel like I should say something. Some of these stones look very depressing, but I can’t think of anything good and positive to say. I sigh, lean my head back and look up into the sky of red leaves. I make a disdainful grimace at the positive talk in my ears.
“Positive thinking? Well isn’t this a most perfect day to be negative?” I think as the rain picks up even more and the red drops fall from the bloody leaves and onto my face. After all, who am I to discriminate against certain thoughts just because their dark and depressing.

Figure of speech

(I figured I’d get some fiction as well out of my previously mentioned visit to Luster Sanatorium)

I’m looking out a window. I’m in a big, white, abandoned hospital, on the third floor. I look out and I can see that the view haven’t decayed one bit. The threes are still green, and out there I can see real live people walking around. But there’s no one in here. The contrast is alarming. I look back into the room. It’s so old and lost and forgotten. The paint is peeling like there is no tomorrow and it’s dying to be out of here. Even paint’s got places to be and stuff to see it seems. Whose thoughts live here, I wonder. If someone lost their mind in here then maybe it’s still around? It sure feels like someone just left, or like the house is alive with all the people who have gone.

I’ve heard that some people see funny things in funny places, and I want to see funny things too… I’m sure it can be done. Some people think that people who see funny things are funny too and that there is something wrong with them, but it’s not, and I know.

As I watch, the paint starts to move. Like little leaves or butterflies. It comes off the wall fluttering, flying. It looks like nothing else as my mind projects it. They’re heading for the door and for the window, out of here. They’ve heard it’s scheduled for demolition and they want out. They’ve fought themselves free slowly and now it’s time to fly. They might look small and helpless, but they’re light and they’re clever. The minds that were lost in here have not gone to waste. They may have been lucid enough to slip out of the noses and ears of their original owner, but they didn’t go particularly fare. They thought they had escaped, but nothing escapes the paint.

Outside, others have had the same idea. The tiles on the roof are working day and night to get to the edge in time. Though others have gone before them, no lessons are learned. Tiles are born revolutionaries and won’t crumble solely due to the failure of others. The bright visions of the future burns so strongly in them, that they probably couldn’t escape it if they wanted to. They’re more retarded but also quite a bit smarter then you, so they aim to go higher and further and faster than their shuddered friends on the ground, hoping that one day they’ll defeat gravity. It has to sleep sometime right? But there is no rest for the wicked it seems.

But are there no ghosts? Maybe they’ve split too? I wonder across the rotting floor while the paint still flutters around me and I step into the hallway again. To the right it ends in a window so my eyes are quickly pulled in the other, more worrisome direction. It’s darker that way. I stand there just looking for a second. I didn’t bring my glasses, but I could swear to god that I see something over there. Deep in the darkness, there is something just slightly darker. Is that my shadow? I have a quick look over my shoulder to assess the situation and decide that if the laws of physics still apply, it has to be something else. I knew there were ghosts in here! Suddenly excited, I start towards it. It pulls away from me and I follow it down the hallway. Sometimes it’s almost lost from sight, but I follow, too taken to turn back now.

By now the whole house is alive around me. Not of its own force though. My mind has filled in the gaps, connected the dots and redecorated the whole place, making it vivid and animated. You wouldn’t believe the splendor of it all!

"Reaching for the stars"

Money, money, money!

Tomorrow I want to go snowboarding. But since I’m not a pro snowboarder, there is no money in snowboarding. Actually, there is, but it’s sort of heading in the wrong direction. In economy-class in high school, I think I remember learning that there is a difference between money coming in and money going out. So how can I go about justifying it? Oh, I know! I recently discovered that snowboarding is very good for my knee, which is not a very good knee, but has been a sort of descent knee after I had surgery last year. Sooooo, if I snowboard a lot and my knee becomes... if not a good knee, then at least slightly less crappy, then I can wow to sell both of my knees on E-bay! Would you look at that! Anything can be turned into an investment if you’re just slightly creative :P

________________________________________________________________________________

I always come up with this stuff, but it’s totally useless most of the time. I happened upon something I started on this Christmas. Think I might finish it sometime. Here is a few screen shots of it: