Two days ago we had the first snow of winter coming down over Oslo. So silent it was, like millions of moths, burnt to death on the moon and now falling to the ground.
Total Transformation.
The very same day I found myself on Oslo Airport heading north to pick up my kid where his fathers family lives. The flight I were supposed to go with turned out to be cancelled due to the weather, so I had an ocean of time in front of me while waiting for the next one.
After having done all the usual things, like reading, eating, breathing, I had nothing left to do than just letting myself float as slowly as possible down the big hall where everything is glass and metal and marble, and where the shops are all lined up on both sides underneath red neon signs. Perfumeries con liquor stores and whats not.Ties. Toys. All the way until I finally reached the end.
The last wall was nothing but a huge membrane made of glass facing the runway outside with a few transparent kind of futuristic -looking chairs scattered about in front of it. I sat down, turning my back to the terminal hall. Laid out before me was a neverending nothingland where the distinction between earth and sky had been erased by the steady snowfall. Only a couple of parked air planes broke with the greyish-white monotony and even they looked kind of ghostlike, as if they were about to vanish. Vanish. I like that word. Somewhere behind me I could hear a bleeping sound coming from some kind of machine, maybe a computer, and while sitting there I caught myself thinking about death. Not my death, not anyones death, just death.
I rarely think about death.
It just makes me feel silly...like now.
The view from my kitchen window
Total Transformation.
The very same day I found myself on Oslo Airport heading north to pick up my kid where his fathers family lives. The flight I were supposed to go with turned out to be cancelled due to the weather, so I had an ocean of time in front of me while waiting for the next one.
After having done all the usual things, like reading, eating, breathing, I had nothing left to do than just letting myself float as slowly as possible down the big hall where everything is glass and metal and marble, and where the shops are all lined up on both sides underneath red neon signs. Perfumeries con liquor stores and whats not.Ties. Toys. All the way until I finally reached the end.
The last wall was nothing but a huge membrane made of glass facing the runway outside with a few transparent kind of futuristic -looking chairs scattered about in front of it. I sat down, turning my back to the terminal hall. Laid out before me was a neverending nothingland where the distinction between earth and sky had been erased by the steady snowfall. Only a couple of parked air planes broke with the greyish-white monotony and even they looked kind of ghostlike, as if they were about to vanish. Vanish. I like that word. Somewhere behind me I could hear a bleeping sound coming from some kind of machine, maybe a computer, and while sitting there I caught myself thinking about death. Not my death, not anyones death, just death.
I rarely think about death.
It just makes me feel silly...like now.
The view from my kitchen window
Wait, that's another part of the world :|
I love airports, there is something about them, the mass of people passing eachother on thier own personal journy, consumed by thier own life drama wich you will never know the details of. You can only read the eyes they are lost behind and guess the tragadies or miricles that are blasting them through the air to parts unknown. I used to go to a starbucks in the airpor by my old house when I needed to write. The solitude in such a crowded place set my mind at ease and lubed the creative gears that sometimes rust to a stop when left to ones own devices.
Anyway I saw you in the CD exchange group (I just joined today) It seem like there is not much activity there. Kindof a bummer, it's such a good idea. so yeah, let me know of any activity there. I am quite interested in it. Oh and I enjoy the way you write.
-Scott-