Dark Landscapes of Norway.   A northbound cruise from Bergen to Kirkenes  “And it's a disquieting thought that not even the past is done with, even that continues to change, as if in reality there is only one time, for everything, one time for every purpose under heaven. One single second, one single landscape, in which what happens activates and deactivates what has already happened in endless chain reactions, like the processes that take place in the brain, perhaps, where cells suddenly bloom and die away, all according to the way the winds of consciousness are blowing.”  ― Karl Ove Knausgård, A Time for Everything
       
     
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  Dark Landscapes of Norway.   A northbound cruise from Bergen to Kirkenes  “And it's a disquieting thought that not even the past is done with, even that continues to change, as if in reality there is only one time, for everything, one time for every purpose under heaven. One single second, one single landscape, in which what happens activates and deactivates what has already happened in endless chain reactions, like the processes that take place in the brain, perhaps, where cells suddenly bloom and die away, all according to the way the winds of consciousness are blowing.”  ― Karl Ove Knausgård, A Time for Everything
       
     

Dark Landscapes of Norway.
A northbound cruise from Bergen to Kirkenes

“And it's a disquieting thought that not even the past is done with, even that continues to change, as if in reality there is only one time, for everything, one time for every purpose under heaven. One single second, one single landscape, in which what happens activates and deactivates what has already happened in endless chain reactions, like the processes that take place in the brain, perhaps, where cells suddenly bloom and die away, all according to the way the winds of consciousness are blowing.” 
― Karl Ove Knausgård, A Time for Everything

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DSCF5692.jpg
       
     
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