so many dreams, no time to sleep

tried to take pictures of a lot of people sleeping due to exhaustion, but julius and his helmet ended up as the fucking king of collapsing. so. i kind of abandoned the project.

get up

more moments from the brilliant rf

coloration and connected dots, fully normal, fully ruined

the horse
the hours
the course and the crows

nail it to the floor
walk across borders

limit only yourself
color the others

work is slippery
work is flaws

find it,
yet not yours

crave and dig
fill it with gravel
never understand the questions

live forever
repeat the lies

if only,
if only.


pay in dogs,
pay in sweat
play for more,
play for less

place, plaque, peace

fit into it

more is an illness

what are all the oxes for

table of contents at rf:

a brief flashback

binärpilot. he held the first concert i went to at this years rf. i was truly shitfaced and all over the place that day, but never have i seen nor experienced such a response in the audience to a single guy performing on stage. he blew us away and we blew back. at times, there were three ongoing mosh-pits and a lot of people crowdsurfing even though that is strongly prohibited at this festival, at all times.

so much fun.
here's a few moments from my cameras pov.

this guy from bodø. what on earth.

there's nothing sunny about this day

only

DISTRACTIONS

back home, alone

alone, back home
home, back alone


after talking with a certain voice
after biting different pills by own choice
after hollowing out a tree the size of rock mountain

i'm in my own company again
misled by wolves and labyrinths

countless dead flies on the floor
and nothing on the menu

cold, damp palms
long necks that smell of barley and yeast
memories that's already stained like a photo in the fire

quotes from the darkest depth of your head
and a belly that extend for miles

left in a rotten ribcage

open 24/7
no lock in the door