* lumihiutaleita näppäimistöllä

HOOKED

Slow saturday morning ...I'm lying
under blanket with coffee au lait

Looking out of my window ...snow crystals 

floating down across silvery branches

Sunlight ignites the highest pine tops ...I see

neighbourgs cat tiptoeing on its round

Wintry stillife on slowmotion

And why do I pick up my phone

Shocking news ...politicians explaining,

singing one another in melt swamphole

Hot gossips - click headlines ...celebrities n'

fotographers spinning in vicious circles

I put my phone away onbedsidetablebutpickitupagaininaminuteor

eveninseconds

I could have a slow meditative morning and 

a piece of mind

butIendupinmiserableliminalstatelimbofrustu

ratingmindfragmentationangrytomyself

I shut down my phone

And I tell you: I remember a moment maby 25

years a go in a forrest cottage

I drowned my Nokia-Phone in a bucket full of

icecold water and burned the simcard in a hot

sauna stove

And it was SO liberating



I wish I could learn
...to regulate better 
howandwhenandwhatdoIfillmyheadwith

...and to realy apreciate
my unique moment in our one-of-a-kind planet earth

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Today starts a winter holiday week in Finland. Earlier it was called a ski'ing holiday. I gathered my skies and ski poles and and went ski'ing a roud the swamp and over the hills. Two and half hours. It emptied my head better than anything. A compatitive singing - kind of wisdoms competition - between wise individuals is a wellknown theme in finnish folklore. Old and wise Väinämöinen sings youg and foolish Joukahainen to a swamphole.