Did you know that writing doesn't come easy for me? I read, and re-read stuff i write. Put them on hold for a while. Take them in my arms again later, make them better. Or so i like to think. I never let most of them out of my sight, but i feel at ease that the stories were written. The tale is now on paper. The characters don't fight in my mind anymore. I can forget things now.
A fat, lazy, stupid cat called Maru. He is The Cat. I can't get enough of him. Try it but beware it's addictive.
Welcome dear retinas! After what was a gigantic, enormous, immense break from almost all technology i have returned. All 10 fingers and 10 toes are accounted for. Ohh dear, please don't cheers so loud ... never knew you missed me so much ;;)
I passed the walls called Europe thanks to Rhenan Axis + Catalonia and Wales + LapLand. I am so ... full of a weird peace. Like all is chill, like i don't have anything hard waiting ahead. I am in no rush of doing what is expected of me. I feel stuck in a moment that i can't get out of, to quote the song. I am at a certain point when i dream of ... nothing. Bla bla bla! No more of that.
Would like to tell about the moment a person pretty close to me did a 180 in a second. Well not really a second, a month. But still ... surprising. And yet not that interesting. The fact the my blog counter went gu-gu aroused me more.
For all times sake i give you Erasure - Always. Now in my era of coolness i admit the-so-not-cool-fact that in a petite part of my brain, in a lost neuron me like it ... i still think of it as from another world.
