from khalil gibran

Would that I were a dry well, and that the people tossed stones into me, for that would be easier than to be a spring of flowing water that the thirsty pass by, and from which they avoid drinking.

don't sit on the shore.
compare to what is under,
the surface is nothing

blinded nights chase me through the horizons and road like a black snake pours into my heart in a sleep

hahu

not that it matters but made it to inuvik: the obscure destination that i first read in a map. drove around the town, yes, it is just "another town in the end of the road" to be honest and fair, where i wanted to go was not a place, i just needed a road that could keep going. wanted to think, my body was interfering, fixing it to the driver seat helped. after making it here i felt a bit of excitement though. after seeing the town, the sun and its reflection in the water from that first hill i pronounced a big hahu! maybe my mind is stuck, maybe there are some other reason but i found myself saying the same thing that i have been talking about to the camcorder: you may all succeed, find peace and come across beauty. more importantly i hope you can appreciate it. each moment of peace and every bit of beauty requires something different. it is you who will have to dig or shovel. life is hard work and certainly filled with miracles! at every confluence point you will have to make a decision. you will either look for excuses to quit or search for ways to make things happen. or maybe i was simply awestruck and produced a reflex. now, i will be silent.

random word hunt

sacrificial, treacherous, keep on

you

never know

arctic circle

the sun travels
through the horizon
filled with sigh
sorrow and wistful thoughts
leaving behind happiness and joy