Follow the invisible rabbit

Once upon a time

Time was unknown and life was now
Then you become aware and life moves into the future
When the future gets old your life moves back into the past

Once in a lifetime

Follow the invisible rabbit

Follow the invisible rabbit

Follow the invisible rabbit

Follow the invisible rabbit

Follow the invisible rabbit


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Curiosity never killed the cat


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It’s happening again. And will so do from time to time. My life is not always linear. Not my mind anyway.

I have always had slight issues with my memory. I usually remember everything, but seldom when or in which order it occurred.

I feel perfectly comfortable with this. It makes life a little more intuitive and exciting.

Time in any direction on its way to the same goal. Cause you can impossible avoid the black star in the center of it all – the gravity of the future everybody is heading.

For no reason but saying…

And this is

A regular reflection through my two black holes that consumes the light. After a long hard late evening shift at work. When my mind is released and my soul catches the flight.

It’s quite fun just snapping shots from the bike.






Inbetween days

When life flow like water between your fingers. Seems like a waste of time, nothing to catch.

But you are wrong. Can’t you feel the smooth nice feeling in your hands when the water runs through fingers and touch your skin.

Life is everywhere and never bored of being so. You just need to discover the details that make it.

Blinded and killed by the superfluous. Dreaming of entertainment to excite you and feel good. Everybody hunting the need to feel great to be real.

Reclaim the speed of life. Wait, wait… wait. Watch, listen, smell. Can you feel it. It’s life.

It’s happening again. Don’t try to catch it. Let it flow, slow down, open your mind and it will catch you.

it’s happening again


Don’t be afraid of the Selfie

Whenever you feel for it, make a selfie. But I think it’s a quite good idea to think, if you tend to do it very often. Not at least take a look back in time and make some thinking about what you see – except yourself.

Making selfies doesn’t mean that you need to share every one you make. You can save them for a rainy day ten years later.

Do you make selfies because you love yourself? Probably, why else would you make selfies. But what do you love about yourself? Love can come in many shapes.

It can belong to a moment of lust for life.

Selfies are images of your mind. Unaware of that you probably are the only one who can see you feel it.

Just a selfie on the surface of the sun. We need the sun. It makes the moon shine at night.

There are some features in the camera I have never used, like double exposure. Dynamic Tone, Partial colour, Miniature, Toy Camera and some other filters.

I was bored and asked myself – do you wanna have som stupid fun? Stretch your arms and shoot your selfie.

Some people hate selfies. Don’t bother their pain. I think selfies are good for you. It’s like talking to yourself, or having arguing monologues with yourself.

Selfies can be negative and selfies can be positive. Just like opposites of life. Selfies can make your world shrink or expand. Just like your lungs.

But either can exist without the other. To much of either creates dysfunction, more or less, sooner or later. Just like to much sugar or too little rain. Everything moves in cycles back and forth between the edges of the extremes. Trying to find the perfect balance – the dance of life.

Sometimes it happens that the balance fails and the dance gets fucked up and stuck at the edge. But life is self balancing by nature creating new ways of how to move.

Life wants to be free. Life like to change. Follow your life. Release your soul.

What I try to say – be aware of your selfietime and don’t take it too seriously. Use it wisely and foolish like a playful child. Dare to challenge yourself and make your flaws shine through.

Don’t make selfies to please others. Make selfies to please yourself. Nobody is probably interested in your selfies anyway.

So why do we care to share our selfies? Because that’s the point with selfies. We don’t care, we just want to share. Not need.

Time to inhale and blow your mind.

Fu*k this was a stupid post. But it was fun and satisfying making it for no other reason than just doing it. This is hardcore therapy.

And remember – Life is too important to be taken seriously (Oscar Wilde).

And if you don’t remember, selfies can be a nice document of your face when you were young(er).

Grow up man, buy yourself a hat! It didn’t work. So I bought a hat.

It will never be any better than you make it

It’s the most simple truth and fact. Boring is about nothing but making it so. Not the most fun may be true, but it will definitely never ever be more fun than you make it. Strangely it’s very easy to make it worse.

Where does happiness comes from?

All you need is to be aware and accept the rules of life and how life affects you. And how your own attitude to life affects yourself and your surrounding.

What goes around comes around.

Curiosity never killed the cat. It made it experienced and stronger. Failure is for pessimists. Optimists see it as a challenge to make it better. Boredom is for pessimists. Optimists see it as time to be mindful.

Either we find a solution, or we make a solution.

We need to be curious of what will happen next and what will happen if we do this or that. We need to love what we do, and not just do what we love.

We need to create our life.

My guardian angel in life is made of sarcasm, the good in the bad, mysteries, loads of cheap humour and inexhaustible curiosity. I like to cope to infiltrate the ordinary and make it mine.

Make my day

I’m bored from time to time, just like everybody else. I’m not immune to boredom. And I’m often restless. You won’t need what you don’t have to create and make things better than worse.

Don’t play dead to ignore life.

the Awakening and Then

Days like these (free sleep until your head say good morning) you can wake up with ideas like…. Taking stupid photos of your morning routines and write an even more stupid blogpost about it. But fun making a killing time therapy of it.

I work as an assistant nurse at an orthopaedic clinic. But when I eventually meet someone who isn’t familiar with the Swedish term of my occupation, as named in Swedish, I jokingly use to say that I work as under cover nurse (this joke is probably only understandable for swedes, but fun reactions).

My morning routines aren’t the same every day. I work different shifts from day to day so some days are more fast and compact in the mornings, skipping things to later.

My mornings always continue as long as possible in the bed, with lots of coffee, and snus (snuff), that Swedish tobacco stuff you put under your lip. I’m serious addicted to that shit, and the coffee. I get up, pour up my coffee, hit the bed, bake a snus and put it under my lip and turn on my iPad. Three morning addictions, four if you count the bed.

Here I am, as long as possible. Anything is worth the stress to be done in the last second to stay another second. I usually begin with Facebook, more if, but mostly just same shit as yesterday. I really don’t know why. Eventually some look at Instagram. Reading the news to make sure the world mostly is same shit as yesterday. It’s all kind of ritual killing time while waking up to a more workable mindset.

After some five or ten minutes when my head starts to clear up, I eventually find something better worth spending time and fill my head with. Like reading Eric Kim’s blog or take aim on one of his many articles. JTinSeoul is another pleasant place to visit. Anytime of the day off course. Two personalities that inspires me a lot and two of few photographic journals/blogs I read and follow. Be sure to visit if you haven’t.

I really hate to be forced waking up five in the morning. The best wake up is the self wake up. When no bells kick the doors in. That’s the only healthy way to wake up. This fucked up idea of being forced to wake up ridiculous early in the morning to go to work is fuck in stupid.

Going to bed earlier isn’t an option and doesn’t even work for me to cure tiredness in the morning. If I go to sleep earlier it usually ends up in waking up in the middle of the night with insomnia. And even more tired in the morning.

And how fun is it to force you to get in bed way to early anyway. Fuck! My most creative time of the day usually occur late in the evening and at the beginning of the night. I’m really sorry for my f words, but I really need to hit this feeling hard.

Days like today is much nicer, even if I won’t come back home until late in the evening and the day is almost over. But, after all, sometimes crazy early mornings have its advantage. Especially when I have the privilege to work six hour a day, but still payed full-time. Early morning means back home already half past one in the afternoon. So what do I have to complain at.

After bed and coffee I usually pee, but mostly I pee, pour up more coffee and go back to bed agin.

I brush my teeth, maybe wash my face and moister it wth some cream. I have a dry face. I don’t take a shower every morning as many seems to do. But I change my underwear and socks. My clothes follows me for a couple of days or a week. I really don’t understand the idea of new clothes every or other day.

I take a brief look outside and at the thermometer and wonder how it will be today. Probably same shit as yesterday.

I’m never hungry when I wake up. It takes some hours before my hunger begin to crave. I prefer to skip breakfasts and when I begin early I usually eat dinner as breakfast during the morning break at work. I have a little strange eating routines. This is an old trick I came up to some years ago trying to find a way to resist tiredness at the later half of the day – and it works.

What’s in the fridge to bring with me to work. We almost never throw any food here. Always some savings from yesterday or the day before. Or something in the freezer. Otherwise baked beans, noodles or just anything will do in any combination.

Feed the dogs. Change the cat litter. Tidy up, fresh food and water to our Meyer parrot.

Pee and poo walks with the dogs.

Lots of animals means a lot of dirt and hair on the floor. So there’s no way to get away from the need to vacuum clean almost every day. But plug in your ears with music, pump up the volume and it almost gets done by automatic.

Nap. I’m also addicted to naps. I love my naps. I never hesitate to take a nap, even two if possible. But they are short and powerful, often no longer than about 15-20 minutes, 30 minutes as most. This is my power save mode, and I absolutely need them to not sink as a rock in the sea. I have no problems to fall into deep sleep anywhere while taking my naps.

Now it begins to feel boring. To late to get into something, to early to get to work. I hate this in between. So I usually killing time doing ether nothing at all, or do what I do with my iPad when I wake up.

Then it’s time to equip myself and go to work. I have a pink scarf and a pink bike. Otherwise I usually don’t like pink at all.

Damn good coffee

Time to end the Black Coffee project. I think. But the door is not closed. Something may suddenly happen one day that need to belong to the project. Like when I found an older shot from my insta period when I was experimenting a lot with my iPhone. It was long before the coffee project but I instantly felt that it belongs to my coffee collection.

Anyway for now as I now for now, this is the last entry and the last shot is the last and latest. To see the entire series, just click on a shot and you will be thrown away to the Black Coffee album at flickr.

Damn good coffee.

more Black Coffee

I will never be a poet. But it happens from time to time when words starts popping out from my head that wants to be written. Without any particular reason as I know. It just feels good to get it out from my head. It often starts very random and then I try to put it together into something.

There he is. Without no name. Without a face. Without a memory. There is so many, so who really care. Which is mine. Oh, I forgot I’m nobody. I’m your shadow in the dark. The light in the sun. The face in the window. Where am I going.

Actually almost all of my posts start in similar way. It’s seldom that I have any manuscript ready in my head of what to write about. And then it grows into something.

Sometimes I wonder why I’m doing it. Writing about everything and nothing. It’s probably more for myself than someone else. Like a tree that wants to grow.

And the Black Coffee project continues with random moments of shots whenever at the round table (ok, and in close range around the round table). Coffee is a good companion when you try to think. And beside that snus. You know, that tobacco stuff from Sweden that you put under your lip.

the moon the tulips and the coffee

the Black Coffee project is here

Meanwhile the Black Coffee project continues behind the scene.

Black Coffee

Whatever the meaning of this project is meant to be, I will continue post some photos from time to time. Just as I randomly will shoot coffee time moments in the kitchen whenever I get into the mood.

I have not thought about more than it will be about coffee and the kitchen. Except that there will be no limits. Not even time or when it will end. I think I’ll know when I know.

Till then, it’s a coffeeabout


Have it nice ::.. Smike