Norge, hot chocolate trance...and other weird feelings

A flag in blue-red-and-white won the commercial EU-fair contest show tonight. Just this year. Why this year? A victory to celebrate a Scandinavian Alexander and the national day of a country that reminds me of previous lives. I still have five out of nine left. Sometimes ordinary symbols become part of the decor of your ever-changing world. Uninvited, unconcious, invisible. Only when they re-appear in the next level, they bring you hack for a flash of mind. Still, national pride is a luxury of a bleeched past. How many neuroscientists would be needed to create a spotless collective memory?

Maybe there are differences. Maybe even more than seven. They need to be there of course, as long as we don't stare too long at them. It could blind us, like with the sun. After-images on cornea's, challenging beautiful but blinding and leaving intense footprints, even though time doesn't matter. Relativity, always relativity. And softness that switches me to another mode. Unlock...

Take a look in the mirror now. See what they see. Try to come closer, if you dare. I want to wake up again last morning, preferable right now, even before I fall asleep. Can I? Let's have a teddy bears reunion some day, a self-made chocolate funny shaped cookies kitchen session, a hitchhike to the real middle of nowhere, an eggless Spanish omelet for breakfast, ... Let's find the adventure that tries to find us. It's playing hide and seek between papers and laptops and maybe even captured between four walls.

I am afraid of the day there will be nothing to talk about anymore. When we know everything or worse, when it doesn't matter anymore, when all words so far were senseless and it's late to adjust the whole theory of a life time. I wouldn't even wish such an end to my worst enemy. There should be a good final sentence. A line that catches the whole spirit, magically brings all the story lines together... Connect. A cross point. I am not a quick writer, so the final sentence is still too far away to be written or vocaluzed. But once it will be written, there wouldn't be anything else I could say. Everything would have been said... and sad. It's hard to stay ahead of a world that has existed millions of years longer than your life.