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If knowledge is power and ignorance is bliss, is being powerless then also blissful? Because it appears power and blissfulness are mutually exclusive. But does that then also mean that the knowledgable, by way of having power, are inherently miserable? Maybe I'm missing something here.

I bought the .com domain for my ‘firstnamelastname’ today and I can’t believe it was still free as well as I can't believe that I haven’t done this before. It feels good to be the only Mitchel Lensink in the world that now has access to that domain. It does feel a little wasteful to simply redirect it to my mitchellens.ink domain but I really like that domain name and there is no way I'm switching. The potential SEO juices aren't that important for me anyway. So anyway, that was today.

Yes! That 10KM walk was just what I needed. Sitting down feels deserved again and I can do it without feeling restless. Perfect. Now don’t get me wrong, the walk itself was boring, bland and felt a little redundant. All I came across was ugly industrial sights and most of the walking itself was done on cycling paths. Not ideal. But ah well, these redundant walks need to be done as well so that the fun ones are appreciated more. You know how that works, it’s a balancing act.

I put a new strap on my camera and now I want to pick it up and use it even more than before. Sometimes I laugh at my own one-dimensionality. So to honor that rekindled love, I need to take my camera out again. Tomorrow afternoon is a good moment for another walk. Which means that tomorrow morning, I’ll bring up the map, pick a direction and then when noon hits, i just start walking. Yes, of course, things can be that simple.

Just two more weeks to go man. I can barely believe it. While organizing my work, I was reading through all my daily entries up until now. Some of these things I would’ve never remembered if it wasn’t for this project. That’s both a positive and a negative at the same time but most of all, it’s an honest thing. Because while some of my thoughts and rants might have been delusional, misguided or a little jaded, they always were honest in that particular moment. That makes things worth it to remem

It’s 4 in the morning and I’m tired. Yawning constantly with burning eyes that want to be closed but also unable to sleep. I tried simply laying there with my eyes closed — idling to the point where my body would have no choice but to sleep. My mind was not giving into that trick though and kept coming up with new thoughts. I realized I might still have to process the events from the past days. Not that anything particularly special has happened, I just sense that the processing you do in your d

The story I wrote for today ended up in my drafts because it requires some more thought so this sentence will have to make due for today.

I stayed in, did naps all day and I don’t even feel bad about it.

Quick vibe check: how many of the goals I've set for this year have I accomplished? Let's bring up the list and results: Goal 1: Mailing list 500 subscribers Accomplished?: Not even close. I'm a little over 20 subscribers right now. Goal 2: Print on Demand sales 1000 euros per month. Accomplished?: No. I don't know what I was thinking when I wrote that. I guess I was trying to set some sort of horizon goal to aim for without the actual intention of reaching it. I've made a total of 70 euros

I don't have the time nor energy to do it today but I plan to look at my goals of 2021 tomorrow and see how much of it has come true. My expectation is, not much but there will be stuff to ponder about because of it. Should be interesting.

I saw a photo of a very peculiar looking man today, which caught my eye immediately. The photo is taken by Valentina Vos. Then I noticed the photo belonged to an article in the paper. The first paragraph of the article was included and somehow I started reading it. That interested me so much that I googled for the article to see if I could find it online so I could continue reading it. I found it rather quickly. At the end of the article, I learned that this interview, because that is what it w

I’m not sure if I’m too tired to care or too busy doing other stuff to pretend I do. This project is coming to an end soon and I’m already working on aggregating all my daily entries and restructuring them properly. This whole thing got a little messy during the past year and I think it deserves to be archived in an organized fashion. I’m not sure if I will keep all the entries from past year as separate blog posts on my website. Maybe I should, for posterity, but perhaps most entries only make

Am I not, a god on the camera? I seriously thought about leaving at that for today's entry but here I am typing this second sentence so anyway, let's continue. Just to be clear, I don't have any specific thoughts about the statement above. I just like the idea that it can be either a statement or a question, depending on how you choose to read it. Some people will take offense saying 'how can you claim something like that? Who do you think you are?'. Others will see it as a sign of doubt, weakn

Reorganized my home office, again. This time though, I sort of got it to a point where I can also do some work while standing up. Admittely, it does involve placing my keyboard on a little stand that makes the whole thing kind of awkward but you will hear no complains from me. At least I have the option now. Using the mouse requires me to bend over, not very ergonomic, but we'll find out soon how well I know my keyboard shortcuts. I also should not look behind me. Some stuff could not find a pl

You can not go on a protest to call for unity. Your protest is inherently pushing for the opposite. But what do I know? We are in the early stages of The Great Divide and there's not much we can do about it. We all like to engage in futile battles to extract some identity from. Just so we can have a sense of belonging and purpose. I rather just stick to my long walks and shooting my photos. If nobody cares to stop and smell the flowers anymore, then I will do nothing but exactly that.

December 4th. Jay-Z's birthday. I don't know why I know that but I just do. For some reason I think about it every years since gaining that knowledge. I do the same with other random birthdays as well. For example, there's this guy that I went to high school with that I got along with pretty well. We no longer speak since leaving high school, though we're still friendly when we run into each other somewhere. I still know his birthday is January 16th. I don't need to remember that, it's not like

The wind was blowing so hard, drops from the water reached all the way up to the few uncovered parts of my face. Though it might’ve been a light rain as well. It’s December in the Netherlands alright and I cursed myself for not wearing any gloves. Instead, my hands were firmly tucked away in the deep pockets of my puffer jacket. My camera slung across my body, hiding in the safe space between my right arm and my torso. You can call me many things but at least one of them has to be a promise-kee

Finishing the image licensing page. For now. Looking at the changing colours in the sky. Further tagging and categorising the photos in my online archive. Staring in the distance and thinking about nothing. Feeling the need to pee but ignoring it for just a little longer. Drafting up some cover ideas for the Monologue book. Looking at potential costs and possible dimensions for the book on the Blurb website. Realising this is going to be a hella expensive book. Still worth it though. That's a ye