"Culture: the cry of men in face of their destiny." [Camus]
My original intentions were to make this a photoblog, but fate seems otherwise determined. I live not far from an existential lifestyle and tend towards misanthropic beliefs. This is my blog.
Whether you read it or not is up to you. Whether you agree or disagree is up to you..for I do not care. Enjoy..or don't.


I didn't have a photo to go with this post.
Of course I do have the option of finding one on- or offline.. but what's the fun in that. I've so far managed to consistently stick to my own photos.
Besides, what would be the point of a semi-sort-of-photoblog without my photos in it.
Therefore photo-less post.
Have on the same hand been off the camera for a while again. Another off-season.

On the other hand.
Swimming is my new infatuation and possible passion for a while. I know. I just do.
This feeling of joy and freedom. Moving in every x y and z, however I want. Something nothing else in this world allows.
This sore feeling in my very existence. Numbing yet empowering. It's not just the endorphins speaking.
For the longest time, jogging and sprinting has been my only constant athletic passion. I've done others, enjoyed some more than others; of which the ones I feel like mentioning: long jump, high jump, discos, basketball.
Now I can say jogging, sprinting + swimming.

Humans sure are interesting creatures. Most seek stability and order. Control. Overview. Knowledge (of whatever sort). Even those who seek change seek stability. Understanding these relations between change and stability. I wonder. Understanding what people live for. Interesting.

«Power». There's another word in the topic of control and stability.
Sensing power and desiring power. Feeling superior or wishing for it.
I feel 'empowered' when and after I swim and jog. Of course that isn't the only reason, but nevertheless I feel great. Reading and studying, though different per singularis, is to me a power. I can control what I know, manipulate and apply as I please. Know what I want and decide what to express however I want (in this privileged society which I reside within).
Some gain knowledge to gain power. A means to an end.

I read an article in a newspaper the other day. A group of 25 year olds (you'd think responsible adults), kicked and beat a beggar on the street.

Psychological delusions and cravings.

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