scribbles...
SKRØ
2016
death - cold and clear, as the glacial blue ice...
quotes
words I've kept...
SKRØ
death - cold and clear, as the glacial blue ice which seemed to engulf our very souls as we hung there, suspended, in a crevice which shrank away into the depths of a midnight blue abyss…however our environment remained obscure to me, for you were all I could focus on - staring up at me, your fathomless green eyes gazing right into my soul; & the peace that overcame them as you smiled, your lips parting slightly to blow a strand of raven black hair out of your face…though then you closed them… & I, snared by the very ropes that held us, and paralysed out of the fear of loosing you, couldn’t even summon a sound as I saw you drawing the blade; & were gone - claimed by the darkness…alone - cold slowly sank into my flesh, the shadows claiming me… yes - death was truly beautiful… now, as a stranger to my own body, I passively observed as it slowly faltered, and eventually failed…& with that, I was free - in the purest sense of the word… yet I lingered - for far too long had I identified myself with the blood and bones that now swayed before me; only now to fully appreciate all which was made possible through them - all which I would no longer experience, or see… & I remembered, remembered my greatest joys and deepest regrets. & the faces - faces of all those I would never see again…however through all that I saw you, clearer than my own reflection; & for the first time I saw sorrow creep into your eyes; & I knew… I knew I could not surrender to the desire to experience this new reality in all its forms; knew I had to resist, to fight for a chance to return, to complete what I, you, we couldn’t…new life was as a flickering splint held into a snow storm - so easily extinguished; though with the right will to survive, flamed up into a roaring fire…suddenly, with an agonising pain seeming to cleave my chest open, I took my first breath; every part of my body seeming to burn as blood started once more to course through my veins…no longer was I passively observing; although also not in complete control of my movements - as I swung to a krantz of ice, anchoring, then placing one cramponned boot and ice pick over another, slowly rising towards the sky… & then the sun…I still see you standing there today - Sahra; & for the first time find that I can say your name… however I find that my mind has slipped into darkness this past year, memories freezing me from myself; & although I love you, I always will - I need to say good bye, so that I may truly live my life - for the both of us…Mt. Machhapuchchre, Nepal - August 2015
Hamad International Airport, Doha, Qatar - June 2016Sahra K. R. Ø. • 31 - 01 - 1994 • 14 - 08 - 2015
quotes
“No man can live this life and emerge unchanged. He will carry, however faint, the imprint of the desert, the brand which marks the nomad; and he will have within him the yearning to return, weak or insistent according to his nature. For this cruel land can cast a spell which no temperate clime can match.”– Wilfred Thesiger
"they say you are what you eat... but it's funny - I don't remember eating a fucking legend!"– Alex Gavan(prob. someone else, somewhere else, sometime else; though who doesn't trust the writing on the walls of Sam's Bar - Kathmandu!?)
"أَلِفتُ تَرَحُّلي وَجَعَلتُ أَرضي قُتودي وَالغُرَيرِيَّ الجُلالا"— أبو الطيب المتنبي*my rucksack