Art of advertising

Walls, windows…

I love the walls, I am fascinated by them, but windows… They are magic. You never know if you are looking through the glass or they are looking at you.

It is always something I overthink…

Like this… art of advertising? Or just a social thing. You know, the government being so concerned… though… I do not know why it bugs me. I saw it on my Facebook feed and clicked. Something I do not do often. More like never, still… come on, it is a bit generic? Or maybe it is too much hygge?

What do you think?

I am aware we all know it is all about. It needs no words. Look, we changed into emoticons!!! We did. We are done as a civilization! People suddenly are not only angry but scared of each other.

Suddenly your main thing is: where is my mask?!

Suddenly…

Fear, depression, loneliness. It is, especially now, when all those happy commercial are jumping all around, hits us. Easter without family was okay. But Christmas for many is THAT time. One and only. I am aware the whole world has different must and mustn’t. Other problems, but I am like… still… why everything everywhere, when a lot of people lost their jobs, is all but buying.

Yes, it can be comforting, addicting…

Though, dear government, maybe there is a moment to rethink that?!

We are the emojis. We are all those figures from ancient Egyptian hieroglyphs.  And we even do not need mouth… except Sweden. There you still can not wear a mask. And to be honest, looking at our, Danish statistics… well, I see no difference. Wait, it is worst here… no words. I am only an archeologist, artists and a woman. You know what guys say, I probably I am on my period.

Yeah…

Weird times…

Arecibo

Yeah… Arecibo Observatory is not there anymore.

To be honest a news which just did not even appear between huge boobs, bums, scandals, celebrities, Black Friday, Black Week, Month, sell, buy buy buy… and already turned off part of science… such a part of science was dying…

So many discoveries.

Have you ever watched “Contact”? It is from 1997…

Or maybe a part of The X Files… you did not? Yeah, well. Even though I am an archeologist, there was a time in my life when I struggled between becoming a physicist and archeologist.

You know, always wanted to discover something in quiet.

Always wanted a science, though not to harm living…

Sooo…

Arecibo in fact was on my mind for a very long time. If you wanna see photos, read how it ended, well, Google. There is everything, though we sadly noticed, few of us, that there is no more curiosity in the human kind anymore. There is only “cancel culture” and depression using in all the matters which are not even close to it, so people who really struggle are put in one drawer. Suddenly you disagree and hear: you can not talk to me like this, this is offensive… Erm… WTF?

I just said I do not like wearing orange!!!

Humanity, wake up, let your mind fly to the stars for a moment. Research, maybe let one tear drop… for a place which was meaningful.

And also, amazing piece of human possibilities, days ago…

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And last bits…

It was really lovely, I hope to come back!

Maybe not for the insides, too many spirits.

But the garden and these doors… oh yes.

That was a bit creepy!

Especially with this doll.

I run away!

Sorry, but the past can be too heavy…

Though soo cute!!!

Maybe not in this area… oh my this room was creepy… if you want to summon some demons, just come here!!! LOL

Truly…

I have too many in me.

LOL

Bye… for now.

Being a witch…

I am a witch…

… always have been, but as a kid, I was more like running away and not caring about being framed into some shape…

I was free.

Thinking and seeing things, but also, I have learned very quickly to not say everything I think or see, feel… people do not like those who are always right. To be honest, I hate being right too! I mean, imagine you know something and then… and then watching people you warned, following their path… because this is called freedom. They take freedom from us women…

… recently like always…

And then…

Oh yes, those people being pissed at you because you dared to be right, human, woman and a kid… in those days…

Soooo…

I learned what is good for me.

No people.

Only this one, familiar. Herbs, stones, in fact not those expensive ones, no… those which I feel. Same with things… some are triggers. Some are bad. Some are even evil in my inside… somehow they are not mine, they are full of energies, or whatever you wanna call it… see, in the old days, when I had all those grandmothers around me, there were no such words. There were spirits. Animism. Simple stuff, though… witchcraft is in fact different because every witch is different.

I am the one of darkness, snow, dancing in cold, being glad of gloominess… I am that one which is the weirdest. Not the happy, colorful one. Oh no… if I could, there would be long, dark, feathered veil following me…

We are all one and are not one.

We can combine powers but still… none can force us.

None.

Autism and other jazzy feelings…

Sooo…

I heard there is a singer who created a movie. She is smart but also lived through a lot. And is talking about autism through a girl – actress – who does not have it. And you know what… what the fact is wrong with you all?

The backlash?

As a human being with autism, YAY me, right, like there was a prize for it.

As a human with depression… clinical, anxiety, Tourett in small power and schizophrenia, I can tell ya, I do not want you all to feel as I feel. And the fuck, not wanna… yeah, exactly, how a person with autism can pay autism. Act it… we mostly prefer be alone no people etc. We have our worlds…

… and every one of us is different.

Putting us in one drawer is a mistake.

We can bite, truly… oh, at least I can…

I just do not get this hate for everything. Do not get this opinions which suddenly everyone has. I mean… before even the movie, book, etc… was publish. Oh my, all those who never read a book know the most about it. You know… and there comes that “equality” phrase… We are not equal.

Sorry.

I am aware that people do not care about me. And to be honest, I learn to not care about them too. I learn to care FINALLY about myself.

Finally.

To just more look for myself. What I like, threw away pieces I hate, though others claim different, destroy pieces, glue them… glue myself… You know, it is like The Crown. The series. I hope to watch it one day. But for now I know one think… Humans are dumb!!! How can you treat a movie as a documentary? I mean… all that hate towards people and past you all in fact do not care about.

Hate… fav fun recently, right?

Sooo… let the actors be actors. Let the fun be fun.

Let the tasty be tasty what is tasty for everyone. Some prefer sweet, some bitter… weirdos. LOL None of us is the same. Protect the unique!!!

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And with every step…

Or maybe I was not moving, only this path was…

Maybe I was in fact touching other realms?

I do not know… that sweetness of the air, that greenery, that calming feeling…

And those bricks, so raw.

Suddenly…

Coming out from this almost neon green.

Buzzing…

Oh, here you are.

Queens of this place.

And the house…

Now… bit dead.

Like tourists and all that jazz was not enough… like it was in a desperate need of… family. Life buzzing here. True living.

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And more of this amazing garden.

More jasmine falling on your head… imagine this amazing smell, aroma dancing in a clear air, warmth but not heat…

And the greenery which breaths for you.

Is so welcoming.

And those buildings so suiting everything… comforting suddenly…

And petals.

I love jasmine.

The real one.

The most amazing one.

But most fun is always in all plants. In checking those colors shapes, aromas and… of course… things they can do to us.

How healing is just the green.

The tree.

Everything…

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And in the garden, yes, we are back in the museum…

And in the garden it is quiet.

You know, still pandemic time, so almost no people.

And the green…

And flowers…

Those roses and jasmine, oh my…

So amazing.

Yes, lupine too… LOL

And the trees… of course much less than it used to be here, but still…

Like magic, which is just playing with itself.

Not sure if it likes visitors… maybe only tolerates us?

Old jasmine… smelling so amazing.

Its petals creating a very fairytale like path… bride to be, bride to walk there… wedding or maybe the opposite?

Are you brave enough to be a part of another world?

Are you?

I hope… I think… I I I!!!

“Hope you are doing well…”

“Hang on…”

“Stay positive…”

WTF is with those phrases?

It is like: “I hope you are having a wonderful day”… and what the fuck am I suppose to say if it is not. And sorry, but mostly it is not. I have never feel happy. Okay I got okay with it, but somehow people can not. I should be positive all the time, hang on… on what? Rope? Come on, bring me a short stool!!!

People use all those washed out phrases and it makes me pissed.

To be honest recently everything makes me pissed including dumb postman who forced me to use his writing thingy to give me post. I mean pandemic, and you are panting on me watching me touching that shit been touched by so many.

I wanted to spray him with alcohol, though for sure, he would love it.

Be positive…

… karma etc…

I do not believe in karma anymore because I keep seeing good people getting kicked and those bad being blessed!!! Truly!!! Recently my friend’s dad died, and she finally got out from depression and got creative and BOOM… WTF. Where is that karma thing? I mean, it comes from India, right?

Well… poorest country?

Well…

Rethink?

Smells like Christianity saying me that I should embrace my pain God gave me, because… wait for it… I AM A WOMAN!!! Oh fuck the heck you all! Do not claim I have a wonderful day just watching my social media. Do not think I am doing awesome because I do not write about pain…

Do you really need more painful stories?

Do you…

No worries, will be back with museum again, but for now… do not step in someone’s shoes, just try not to use all that shit SM or TV taught you. You can be pissed and not positive. You can feel like wanting to smash a Christmas tree, I mean the pot, on someone’s head… do not do it, better go for a walk, or break some plates. Have the old ones, I have old ugly mugs in case of emergency.

And nope… you do not have to be merry and fucking bright. I mean really, bright? What are you? Chernobyl? You can not have the tree, you can not care. But do not yell at those who just feel better with those stupid decorations at home. I have them all year round. I am addicted to moose, reindeer, polar bears and deer!!! I think those antlers make me feel so… oh yes…

Just be you. Feel how you feel. Cry if you can, if can not, just breath. Breath a lot. Walk if you can. Touch the trees. Even if you think it is stupid, talk to birch, touch this smooth white bark… it will help…

And… did I mention breathing?

I mean, really. Never assume someone is okay and thriving looking at social media. Photography lies… words too.

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And suddenly that greenery…

The space in a middle of a city. Okay, a cute, colorful city, though still… city.

Harbor.

Here is the oasis, which when you think about Bornholm then… well, it was naked.

Truly.

Trees came later. With nerves and pain. With an idea and people truly not wanting them… with a human… who was strong enough to make them back.

And yes, it was early summer…

Just because…

Why not? Why not to sink in this greeny fairytale garden?

Truly… why not?

Why yes?

Because it is here.

For now… and recently, to be honest, things disappear so quickly. Destroyed in the name of… civilization.