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Detdigit

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Wed, 09 Jun 2004 15:09:31 GMT

sjoet and her friends

When we are bored stiff, we go for a walk. Detdigit and her Sjoets

Tue, 25 May 2004 16:39:23 GMT

I WANT TO MAKE MY LAYER VISIBLE.

The essence of GOING THROUGH is GOING WITH IT. It adds something to your personality and at the same time you're adding a part of yourself redesigning the original.

I want to make my layer visible.

Detdigit

Wed, 12 May 2004 16:32:34 GMT

REAL AND VIRTUAL.

When you yell: "It is not real! It is virtual!" you're mostly making a value judgment. Is that a realistic outlook in an era in which simulations are everywhere around us?

For me A VIRTUAL WORLD is A REAL WORLD IN MY MIND.
Virtual is not physical tangible, but I think you have to judge everything on its own merits.

Detdigit

Wed, 28 Apr 2004 16:20:17 GMT

THAT FRIGHTFUL DREAM.

And again there is that frightful dream. A stair whose end never is showing up and I climbing. There is just one choice: keeping up my pace.
I awake totally exhausted casting doubt on whether I ever will reach my goal.

What that goal is?
Collect information, improve my mind, hit upon something alarming and create new situations.

Detdigit

Tue, 20 Apr 2004 16:25:58 GMT

I PICTURE DESIRES.

The pink shore of the morning sea and the cloudless sky brilliant blue delude me. I enjoy breathtaking panoramas.

Later on I realize that what I see are my fantasies, my memories. I picture desires and feelings, things half seen.
I know how to fashion an image of beauty combining impressions, combining the days.

Detdigit

Thu, 08 Apr 2004 15:58:48 GMT

SO FAR IT'S NOT THE REAL THING.

So many possibilities obtrude me. It's hard to choose. First events have the impact of a long-life history. What follows will be a mixture of travel on, drift away, expand, disagree, elaborate and deny.
The first step is the leading tone for everything, even if it's a dissonant. Was my walk with Baltim a good idea? It was an impulse and it determines our relation for the rest of the stay.

It seemed so easy, buying a house start and just go on to attain my goal. In reality there is a wide gap between start and finish. Will my guests point out to me that my events are at random and is that negative? I'm a wizard in avert doubts and hedge myself against fiasco's.

Excitement has to predominate.
Incompleteness will give an illusion of nearness.

Detdigit

Mon, 08 Mar 2004 17:38:04 GMT

GREENLAND.
I like Greenland. There you loose track of time. Your biological clock runs down. Huge mountains isolate you and there is ice as far as your view reaches.
I bought a land ON TOP OF THE WORLD so out-of-the-way that it officially not exists. Living there will bring me fresh viewpoints. Tramping the flat plains I will extend the power of my imagination.
I am going to invite writers, musicians, scientists and other innovative thinkers in my house!
Room enough available.
detdigit</a>

Sat, 21 Feb 2004 16:27:10 GMT

14.CK. Suwarrow Island:

I hate my restlessness.

An emotion that verges on panic comes over me. I should stay forever boxed up in my hide-a-way if I could. I try to deny that the outside world still exists, but I know someday I will be part of it again.
Last night I couldn't sleep, my head was full of a rich idea. My body will stay on Suwarrow Island; I roam the world just with my mind.

the roamer ,member of timecircle community.

Mon, 09 Feb 2004 16:42:27 GMT

14.CK. Suwarrow Island:

Too much haste.

I love the slow pace on the island with her carefree inhabitants. They aren't obliged to pursue a goal. Why are people in a hurry to make hasty decisions while time slips away? Head hands and eyes they need time to think work look combine. How are my acts connected to each other, if my head is the master I can change the situation any time.
I hear my breathing and an exceptional feeling overwhelms me. It is a mixture of a firm belief in the worth of independence and the temptation of breaking down the bags and leaving my island.

the roamer

Wed, 28 Jan 2004 17:40:08 GMT

14.CK. Suwarrow Island:

I awake.

A mild trade wind rustles in the palms. Never before I saw such bright colors, blue green and this morning even pink. I open up a coconut; my first drink after the sea washed up my body.
The first action is gathering supplies for emergencies. A new heavy storm can flare up, the beach disappearing in no time. If that is the case I will have to fasten myself with ropes on the flexible branches of the tamaru tree in anticipation of things to come.

the roamer

Wed, 14 Jan 2004 16:11:03 GMT

14.CK. Suwarrow Island:

My body scarlet and glowing.

The sparkling beach dazzles my eyes. The sun, my cruel enemy is back. I feel at home on my island and my heart shouts. Every part of me hurts, but I realize this weather- beaten body is mine and the pain is bearable. All my life I have fought my own battles, I have to stand up again.
The strong tamaru tree with her flexible branches will urge me to hold my head high. My body is scarlet and glowing due to the wind the foam and the rain.

I invite you breaking in on this story.
the roamer

Thu, 08 Jan 2004 16:32:42 GMT

14.CK. Suwarrow Island:

The riff is waiting for me.

Absorbing fresh air and treading water I see the top of a tamaru tree. I see lobsters on the riff and a turtle on the beach. I hear the wind shrinking back to the northwest and I know the riff is waiting for me The sun breaks through.
Is it possible to live on a desert island?
I am not afraid for the emotions I will have to deal with now I have broken down the last physical contacts. I want to be alone. Perhaps I am too much impressed by the challenge I have to take up, but I don't feel lonesome. All I feel is impatience to start a new life.

I invite you breaking in on this story.
the roamer

Sun, 04 Jan 2004 12:26:21 GMT

14.CK. Suwarrow Island:

The wind starts howling.

I never experienced such a ruthless force of nature. The Pacific one moment calm and silent is the next second a pandemonium of titanic forces. An enemy waiting for the one moment I am off guard. All at once everything changes. The sun disappears, the clouds become black and the wind starts howling. The start of a horrible odyssey.
My body is hurt, but I know: if I admit the pain, it is the end. Nobody is around to help me. I realize that I will die one day no matter how. I feel a desperate desire to reach Suwarrow. If I have to die, then it has to be on my island.

the roamer
I invite you breaking in on this story.

Wed, 10 Dec 2003 16:56:29 GMT

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14.CK. Suwarrow Island:
The Pacific.
One moment silent and calm, the following exploding in a cloud of foam. Always fear of a heavy downpour turning up out of nothing and hitting with full force.
the roamer
I invite you breaking in on this story.