It came to me as I was doing the dishes after dinner together with a high school friend I hadn't seen in 10 years - that it is doing the dishes that makes us human. The getting up from bed in the morning only using dicipline, the brushing your hair or not giving a fuck about brushing your hair and still feel like you 'should' brush your hair, the mopping up your own dirt from the floor and the incapability of singing in-tune or keeping a beat. This is HUMAN LIFE. And it is beautiful. The photo of really big ice flakes inspired these words because it is the same awe of human life... Zoom in, zoom out, or hang dangling in the middle - how can life be so perfect and imperfect at the same time?

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