Archive | March, 2014
16 Mar

When you’re in the middle of a story, it isn’t a story at all but rather a confusion, a dark roaring, a blindness, a wreckage of shattered glass and splintered wood, like a house in a whirlwind or else a boat crushed by the icebergs or swept over the rapids, and all aboard are powerless to stop it. It’s only afterwards that it becomes anything like a story at all, when you’re telling it to yourself or someone else.

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Why is that we talk and talk, at least I certainly do, but without somehow convey what we really like.

(Michael Polly)

Stories We Tell


Swingin’ Party

13 Mar

Follow the frog

11 Mar

Nähtamatu Mõte / Invisible Point

9 Mar

Mis saab siis, kui Sa oma Mõtet enam ei näe?
Kas vaatad teisiti?


What happens if you can´t see your Point anymore?
Will you look differently?

6 Mar



4 Mar

It´s good that the Morning is always wiser than the Evening.
Unfortunately the Evening never learns this.


1 Mar

Tahtsin osta midagi maiustamiseks. Olin juba korvi pannud maitsemälestuste meenutamiseks Marianne kommipaki, kui märkasin riiulil Revali piparkooke. Allahinnatud, sest jõulud möödas ning järgmise aastani ei seisa. Ilusas korvis. Tegin vahetuse. Hind peaaegu sama. Pipargoogid aga kodumaised ning visataks aprilli lõpust minema.

Iga ost mõjutab.