“My thoughts weigh heavy with the burden of time”
Winter is coming. The time of getting close to the fireplace, getting all layered up, listen to Immortal and receive presents. My friends must definitely see me as some kind of adventurer (although I will never ever be as cool as Indiana Jones). I got these 3 great books from 3 different people: Lonely Planet’s “A year of adventures”, “Shades of White” by Dixie Dansercour and “What I talk about when I talk about running” by Haruki Murakami. This last one drew my attention by his unconventional titel. I started reading it a few days ago and there is this great part where the writer tries to define what he is really thinking when he is running. And it’s true, that’s not an easy question. I went for a calm 10k run in the forest yesterday afternoon, and when I was running I paid attention to what I was thinking. And…I don’t know.
Really. You find yourself in this void, wordless chamber with no walls. You don’t think about something, it’s just thoughts passing by. Were it the epic snowed down trees, or the church near the forest, but I reminded myself I had to pick up the latest Burzum album ‘Belus’ later that day (which I eventually did and is playing now as we speak. Varg Vikerness is a musical genious, too bad he’s totally nuts). I am running with black metal again on my iPod, the scenery reminded me a lot of Norway today. I absolutely have to go back soon.
What else crossed my mind? No important thoughts were lost. But there is still another hour of thinking undefined. I can’t remember. Maybe I just enjoyed the scenery. And that was all I needed.
the forest whispers my name, again and again.