Epitaph for Dubai

Waves of hope from a sea of drowned promises

What did you do to the kid with the 3D glasses?

A beautiful pixelated world

Does your art rhyme with pop chart?

This one’s for Smithy

The spice must flow

Peace, Love, Paroxetine

Will work for Oxytocic

The invisible war on your mind

No scene

Next box

Evolve

We are nearly Gods

We all search

I’m so plain

Modernity is melting

Mutation is bored

Rumours can grow black leather wigs

You thought you saw God, but they assured you they were only clouds

The big, big white out

What happens after the singularity?

You did this, when you conjured up despair

The sky is collapsing, but the device is in your hands

You, you, you (& your empire)

The villain within

Nostalgia saved the cat

Puppets replace puppets

When the truth is known, cities will burn

Hate breeds hate

The world has gone from blue & green to black & yellow

Will we dream during the process?

Quarantine that dream

Plastic dreams and primal screams

We salute the suit

Be who you are, don’t fool yourself

The ghost finally broke out of its shell

Only to find itself in another automated hell

Toto, I don’t think we’re in Festival City anymore

Nowhere near a damn rainbow

Pandora’s box stinks

Time has strange properties

A glance can take an eon to decipher

Today just might last forever

You said it would last forever

It’s mute out here

Empathy erodes

Your force field thickens

Prostrated & abluted

Mind's still tawted & polluted

Love is an untameable beast

She finally bowed down to the mannequin

She kissed his lips knowing

The birds are falling

I love you, but not your hologram

It’s lunacy, this love

And that, my dear, is the story of how love turned back into hate

Welcome to the soulless city

Far North of Hyperborea

All roads lead to Sirius,

All these stars exploding inside

All these lights and nothing to display

Liquid display – disarray

Noise

The Karma Police are on the take

Self-righteous machines all quietly watching over us

Ripley… there’s a commotion in the colony

All humanoids report to Facebook immediately!

Don’t panic, my brain is organic

Smile, you are disintegrating

Serendipity crashed

Magic gave birth to the code

And then there was plight

It’s always the perishing moments that never seem to last

Rats race with more civility

Wired to everything, feeling nothing

Pull the cord - I’ve seen enough

I am nowhere - I am home

Lift me up, Moby

The end of…

-o-o-o-o-o-

Spin & Turn

Loose & Earn

Rise & Shine

Fall & Find

Live

Love

Learn

Tweet

Return

Footprints in The Desert

Time resolutely continues its rhythmic and precisely measured circular motion and is only scarcely depicted in its presence on the clocks of the world; the treadmill of time. It is already late in the summer. August relieves July in a few days and I can tear-off another page of the calendar, add another month to my expatriation. It´s been ages since I left Denmark, but I do not quite get it. It really feels as if it was just a few months ago. My sense of time has deteriorated proportionately with my time spend abroad. Where did time go when it went? Was it brutally sucked out through the ventilation ducts of eternity? Was it carelessly flushed out through dubious drains of infinity? Did it voluntarily jump down the rubbish chutes of transience?
Whatever happened to it, one thing is certain: time passed is gone for good and it has no intention of coming back to me. Time is fragile. Time is precious. Time is fleeing. Time rapidly erodes like footprints in the desert.

Ideas are like stars; you cannot reach out and touch them with your hands. But as for the seafarer stuck in a wilderness of water, they can show you the way and if you follow them, you will meet your destiny.

The idea was to move far, far away from Denmark, go for a new adventure, challenge myself and start all over again in a foreign place. Sometimes I feel that I am still at the beginning, that I have only just arrived here and that I am far from being established properly yet. Other times, I catch myself out having actually established some kind of normal life here – I have even gotten used to most of the things about life in Dubai, which are far from normal for a Dane. I find myself having established new trade patterns, paved new roads and established a new, steadily growing network of friends and people that surround me and help keeping me alive.
It is my everyday life, it is my everything and I love it, my life here in Dubai.

So, who am I? What am I? Which are the terms I would use to define myself in light of my age, my background, my years spend here in the UAE with all it has brought me?

Change is my passion, progressive and creative thinking my style, insight my ability, openness my way of communication, travelling my desire, experience my drug, kindness my philosophy, understanding my process, performance my talent, experience my result.
I appreciate people with real and decent behaviour and I respect talent and wholesome attitudes.

I love our world, thrive in most places, I love to write, read books, cook, make photographs and listen to music.
I embrace good, healthy and close relationships and friendships and I yearn earnestly for proper cheese when I am in foreign countries.

Paradox is my answer.

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