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"I keep having this feeling like I'm right on the verge of some discovery. Some brilliant observation on the rip of my tongue, always pushed aside. Always pushed aside. On and on.

I probably always have the feeling of being right on the verge, almost there but never there, always almost. Perhaps that's 'life'... craning to see over the ridge but it keeps rounding until the only verge we ever get to surpass is dying"

Jan 19

"The world seems to be blaring out its reward to all who survived the storm.

Plus it's a full moon, plus the storm broke, plus I'm still alive and I feel like I can live in the world with my heart in my mouth and with loving eye contact and serenity to everyone.
And everything will come to me"

"I don't want soup mix. I want soup ingredients! I want the real version of everything! Björk's little voice in my left ear said if you leave it alone it might just happen anyway, and my face stretched into tears. It hit me.

All of it popped"

Dawn. Winter Journal - Mount Eerie / Phil Elverum