How to become a unicorn?

Dear tourists, you who escape and fly to beautiful resorts and wish to enjoy fantastic exotic natural clean environment, warmth and relaxed atmosphere to do things you do not do at home, experience and see something extraordinary for this extraordinary be part of you. What is fun is a very personal feeling, a choice, a preference, interest, way to experience, a matter of what kinds of things turn us on and give us joy, pleasure and make us feel alive, what we want to show of ourselves and be like. To go far away is to feel alive and become experienced, cultured, having had the luxury, being privileged enough to have had the time and money to travel. Idea of travelling is important, choosing where one wants to go and why, as leaving is refreshing, renewing. It is part of the enjoyment of travelling that responsibilities are left behind. While travelling one can use something and discard it, there are people who clean it after you.

My proposal is to renew the idea of the everyday tourist. Consider the amount of waste you produce. Consider how you travel and where. Clean the beach before you sunbathe. Reconsider the idea of fun and experiencing. Think what is your purpose as a traveller, what is that place you go to, purpose of travelling for you, purpose of you to that place, taking the time to go as a person who can. What kinds of things you pay attention to and why?

This post is dedicated to all the rhinos of the world. Aphrodisiac or not, it is still unnecessary slaughter. All the things rhino horn can do: horn powder is a party drug and a cure for cancer among other things. There are people who will use a lot of money for horns because as a luxury item it does something.

People purchase a myth and a luxury item.
https://www.scientificamerican.com/article/the-hard-truth-about-the-rhino-horn-aphrodisiac-market/

https://www.theatlantic.com/business/archive/2013/05/why-does-a-rhino-horn-cost-300-000-because-vietnam-thinks-it-cures-cancer-and-hangovers/275881/ ”Some conservation groups, however, don’t think rhino horn’s newfound popularity in Vietnam has much to do with the cancer cure-all rumor (pdf, p.2). The more likely reason, they say, is that the horn powder is increasingly seen as a cocaine-like party drug, virility enhancer and luxury item–”the alcoholic drink of millionaires,” as a Vietnamese news site called it.

https://news.nationalgeographic.com/2017/08/wildlife-watch-rhino-horn-south-africa-auction/ ”(Rhino horns are made of keratin, the same protein found in human hair and fingernails, and there’s little evidence that they have curative value for anything).

Money transfer of 85.000 dollars.

 

 

El Chapo and Buddy, 2015

Kaviot kaupungin, pöydän, tuolien, ikkunoiden turpa

MutaUtopia, Hopeausva
hevosen nimi Into,
maa oli vettä valui saappaaseeni
rapa lensi ilmassa, nitisi litisi
haisi sulavalle lumelle, mäiskähti hyppäsi
käveli pöydälläni kuin ei mitään
kevyesti puhallus, lihakset ja jänteet
kaviot. Tuli päälle.
Joku hamusi takkini hihaa
kassini hihnaa kaipasi äitiään joka tallissa ei pysynyt paikallaan
kutsui poikaansa Mustajalkaa ja potki lautaseinää. Kovaääninen vastaus oli pahoillaan kun ei päässyt aitaa pitemmälle. Ulkona kavioiden kaupungit, ikkunat, joista heijastui housujeni lahje
hevonen ja ratsastaja taivastalli.

Fu-tourist

Trying to understand concept of living to the fullest.

Sunnuntai-iltana

Istuin kuudessatoista kuvatarra edessäni,
raaputettu julistus karvaisen kuolema
anelevat silmät, tekee pahaa ja tunnen itseni pahaksi, syylliseksi, kurjaksi ja voimattomaksi, mutta väkivaltaiseksi, räjähdysalttiiksi, herkäksi, turhautuneeksi, väsyneeksi, toimettomaksi.
kirjailtu istuin edessäni, ei edes kenenkään kuluttama.
Edessäni: Olet mulle velkaa tämän! ja todellakin olen!
Laatikot tienpientareilla, valoilla,
ulkona katuvalonkeltainen
jääkiekkokaukalon kaiku, ihan niin tyhjällä käyvää.
Ehkä olen narsisti, ajattelin, siis tietenkin olen,
mutta jätän sen virheen itseeni, ei kai ihminen voi olla olematta
rakastamatta itseään. On rakastettava ja uskottava se. Joo, mutta kun en ole vain minua varten.
Kiinniolevana penkkiin, suljettuna
sunnuntaina kuustoista vie mua
kirkkaansinisiin valoihin tiellä,
jolla on hiljaista keltaista ja mustaa.

My body does revolution.

Divine light