I am a melancholic person. That is probably why I still go back to this place in my mind. I don't live there anymore, and still the place goes on having a life of its own within my mind.
I used to live quite near this place in Bergen 3 years ago. Went on long walks almost daily, feeding the ducks, getting wet since it is always raining in Bergen. Got bitten by a duck disappointed (angry?) there was no more bread to give out.
I think I was happy there.
Sometimes I wonder if this revisiting of the places that belong to the past removes me from the present. Is it life lived to the fullest, or just longing for some other time? And is there always life somewhere else for me, some other place? Do I, besides what is good look for more, not knowing the good thing in my life?
It would never occur to me to blog a picture from what surrounds me, from the now. In the longing to live my life behind me, I either long for the past or wait for the future which is yet to come.
Tuesday, 2 October 2007
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