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Old Stuff Galore 7 - Ivrit Kasha Safa
I don't know why it is that I find English so much easier to write in. Maybe because it's more modern, more fit to today's world. But then you know by now that I have no particular fascination with today's world.
Maybe it's because English is just much less practical. Yes, less practical: writing for the sake of it isn't practical, so it takes a ( Read more... ) -
Old Stuff Galore 6 - Wails and Lies Abound
There are some entries in that notebook of mine that I choose to skip. Not necessarily because I don't want anyone to read them. I mean, most of the things there come up again later on, and I do intend to post them. No, I'd rather keep them for the drawer because they're just lousy writing. The entire point of this Old Stuff thing is to record my ( Read more... ) -
Old Stuff Galore 5 - Dam It
Upon becoming ever more immersed in my work, I became more fascinated by the shadowy world I was now a part of. It became very central in my life - not only because I know nothing else, but also because I know of nothing else I love as much. But this new passion was in conflict with my passion for writing. I could no longer pick any plot lying ( Read more... ) -
Old Stuff Galore 4 - Politics
My interest in politics, which has always been present, was fueled by my line of work. I tried to see my place in the grand scheme, miniature as it is. I am a part of a system which is a part of a system which is a part of a system and so on.
Sometime during the beginning of my stay in base, I wrote this following post in my notebook. Some of you ( Read more... ) -
Old Stuff Galore 3 - Emma is...
I used to write in this notebook, starting from the beginning of the army, and during all my stay in the old base. They will all be posted here.
But the first "post" is something I wrote just before enlisting, on a small piece of paper I happened to have in my pocket. Upon arriving home I wrote it down in this notebook, which was, until then, ( Read more... ) -
Old Stuff Galore 2 - The Assassin
I think I was probably upset with my parents when I wrote this, sometime in the beginning of high school. I like it, though it's just a beginning for something and it will never be complete ( Read more... ) -
Spring cleaning (Old Stuff Galore)
As always is the case when cleaning rooms that haven't been quite this clean for a while, I found a bunch of nostalgic Old Stuff, including a sketch of "Turin, son of Hurin, Black Blade of Nargothrond"
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Light and Dark are a choice on every step of the way. Every breath is a part of that choice. Every action brings a reaction, either spilling warmth or hailing ice into our souls. And so we are made - of warm and cold, of Light and Dark - and there is nothing absolute. No one is always warm and radiant - even the sun hides her face in the night. No ( Read more... ) -
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I look at the line where the sea meets the shore ( Read more... )