Mørn (the moor)
Mørn is a small coastal spot in Halden, Norway. Its right next to the harbour and its a partly man-made outcropping of land/moor with some scattered forests and paths. After years of close proximity to heavy industry as well as being a secluded place where you can hide away, it has taken on an almost postapocalyptic appearance while retaining a very palpable magic vibe. Several times I have made mental notes about where all the trashpiles and makeshift dwellings
are, only to find new campsites or debris the next morning. I also camped out there for some months as the summer was ending in 2016, but in spite of the stories I have been able to read in the rubble, I rarely actualy saw people. I still dont meet anyone there, even though i make sure to visit every time im in Norway. I kind of like to think that my own tracks and what little proof i left of my camp made other foresters think thoughs similar to mine when I see telltale stuff. Sometimes it feels as if it alters itself and even though Halden isnt a big town at all, there is definitely something out at mørn that never sleeps. A city within a town of sorts.
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På den veien forbi havet ut på stiene i myra
Gamle skinner gjemt i bakken og i lufta og jeg ser

At her er ingenting så gammelt eller vakkert at det sier noe
Og det er ingen fødte ting her bare sånt som folk tok med

Og nå går jeg her igjen ute på mørn det er ingen andre her
Men det er greit og det finnes noe annet og tida står helt stille
Det er utrolig men det gjørn og det skjer bare her på mørn

Jeg har ikke kommet for å lete eller håpe eller skjønne
Jeg skulle gjennom og forbi men det ser ut som jeg blir

Og jeg merker etter lange år med soving at jeg våkner
At jeg faktisk husker mer nå når jeg bor her endelig

Og nå går de her igjen ute på mørn det finnes ingen andre her
Men det er greit for det finnes noe annet og tia står helt stille
Det er utrolig men det gjørn og det skjer bare her på mørn
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English Translation
On the road out by the sea
Across the paths on the moor
Old railroad tracks hidden in the ground
And in the air and then I see
That nothing here is old enough
Or beautiful enough to have ideas
And nothing was ever born here
these are just things that people brought
And now im walking here again out on the moor
There isn´t anyone else here but thats ok
Because there is something else around and time doesnt move
Its unbelievable but its true and it only happens out here at the moor
I haven't come to seek or to hope or understand
I was travelling through and beyond but it looks like im staying
and Im noticing after years and years of sleep that im waking up
that I actually remember stuff now that I am living here at last
And they are walking here again out on the moor
There isn´t anyone else here but thats ok
Because there is something else around and time doesnt move
Its unbelievable but its true and it only happens out at the moor