stream of consciousness,
this Sunday, July 13th 2025, it is morning here; morning; I have zero obligations today, and I am in Bangkok. My financial budget is limited, my time-budget today is limitless, only limited by my own imagination, my own energy, my own setting out of whatever it is that I would be setting out of, settling in within, scaffolding, structures; structure? How should I structure my first sunday here, the sunday which is 5 days after I arrived here on Wednesday.
today is also 1 week since I woke up at home, in Oslo, Norway, and realized, with a crystal clear feeling, that I Need to leave Oslo, leave home behind, seek something else out there, and it felt wrong to go to Tanzania this time around, right the death of her close relative there, so I went to Thailand instead. T or T. Double T.
Tricky Tricks
Troublesome Tourettes (I don’t suffer from it, but sometimes my mind moves in mysterious ways)
Talkative Tracks
What if the tracks of our life could talk back to us as we walk on them?
What if the tricks our minds play with us could be less troublesome, or more talkative? I feel that the tricks - for me - so often comes in images, and then I need to translate into something else. Or it comes in the form of a memory, a mood piece, a mood board of my mind, a whole template (??), a whole setting, settling in setting, that I can - or can choose not to - follow. Follow my template, or follow none at all. Follow the stream, follow the wounds, or the successes. Follow the lows, the highs, or the mundane. “I ate this for lunch today”.
Yesterday I had this for breakfast:
And this is a view from the same point of view, same setting, but instead of looking down at the food, I looked through the phone camera forward, towards the street, and the friendly and highly efficient cook. The maker of this magic.
It is 0749. 11 more minutes of this. I will not push this forward as en email to all; I am very aware of my wish to not spam people. My ranom ramblings for 20 minutes - it is better that people Find it while actively, randomly, searching, instead of it being PUSHED to them, in an email or in the app. “look at me, look mom, Look, I can write for 20 minutes nonstop.” to expect a pat on the back, a “good boiii!” and cuddly voices.
Today, this sunday. I wish… hmm. I wish to see something from another angle, another direction. I will go to Chinatown today, I think. Go there, and eat there, instead of eating here. Then walk around. Take pictures. Or not. and come home, create my little album on google drive. Or whatever. And then, hmm. What then. Let the day unfold. The writing. The reading. The structure. The settling in, the setting. The setting of this day. A day’s setting.
But I need rules. Spend no more than 200 Baht during the day. 6.16 USD. Yes, that will be an interesting challenge. No limit on amount of pictures taken. Ok. But I need more rules. And then (0754) tonight, I could spend 20 minutes creating a companion piece, the evening piece, where I reflect on this day, this Sunday, this day which is Day 21 of my 42 day cycle here on Substack, this first cycle, which ends up with - whatever it is I am creating.
Creating a labyrinth, not to emulate my own mind, no; I couldn’t possibly even start that mayhem madness project. But, it is a labyrinth which still kind of amuses me. Amuses my mind. And well, here we are. 0755. It is interesting how fast or slow time moves, when I focus. When I fire up my brain, and use it in a focused way, here, here, something happens to my perception of time. 20 minutes feels like forever, and now I just want to let the time pass, wait it out, but no. Got to DO the work. Settling in. Settle it, settle my time, exchange that time into something, 0757, yes. hmm. where was I? Exchange. But an exchange. I need more rules. Yes. More rules for the day. No, I will leave the computer at home, just bring my wallet and my phone and a notebook to write in. Notes from the day. Then those notes can be a part of the day’s output. Input/Process/Output. 0758. What else? A day. Any day. A random day. BUT. It is this day, it is the present day, this day which is, well, here as my gift, a gift to me from the universe, and I think it’s time to use it in a different way. 0759. Final words? Final. Finis. Words. Well, I don’t know. I just wish that I could surprise myself a bit more. This piece - NOTHING here surprised me, I did not manage to even slightly surprise myself, it is like - - more of the same. Tracks. Stuck. ok here we are last seconds. done.
Now thats amazing food….