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LOVE IT!

Just thinking about why pictures make such a difference. Is it because we can visualize better what we are writing about? For me, I guess it is because pictures catch those special moments and make it solid. We cannot grab feelings, but we can grab a picture. We cannot share or recreate a feeling, but we can show a picture telling how we felt. I escape to Starbucks once in a while. Recently it has been my place to catch my breath and find a spot to relax. A lot of decisions have been with a cup in my hand. A lot of discussions, traveling and running around town. This cup is international. For me it represents security and relaxation.

Skoluppgift

Bli fƶrƤlskad pƄ nytt Dina ƶgon, De ser mig, Genom tid och rum. De ger mig frid, och gƶr mig stum, Jag ber dig, Hitta nƄgon. SƄdan som, SƤger nej, Till strid och fƶrdom. Njut av blid, tillƄt sjƤlen stƄ i blom, Denna tjej, Livet sƤtter igƄng. Bli fƶrƤlskad pƄ nytt. Otrohet Jag glƶmde Att jag glƶmde Att jag inte hade Det jag inte trodde att Jag glƶmde Jag sƄg inte Tills jag sƄg Att det jag inte sƄg Var dƤr fƶr mig att se Jag glƶmde Att jag inte sƄg Det jag trodde att jag Glƶmde Du visste Men du glƶmde Att jag sƄg Det du trodde att jag glƶmde Vem behover fƤrgerna Svartvit Vitsvart Olikheter Likheter OsƤmja Samhƶrighet FƤrg Jag Ƥr fƤrgblind

You are to me

Through the ups an downs Through the raindrops From the first sound Until the noise stops During the blue rose While the sun me heated From my first pose Until I'll lie defeated During the flight over the ocean While I prayed for a better day From the very first emotion Until a day, just like today During a crack that was between us While I wondered where you are From the thought: "Who's been us?" Until the day when we'll be our star
I wanted to write "morning pages", but I usually never have time to do that in the morning. So I am just going to write some "evening pages" instead. I have a paper due, a couple of days ago and I really had no inspiration to write it. I had to walk down Broadway to find something that could inspire me. I sat down by the fountain on the 59th st and looked around at all the lights and buildings. I can't imagine that I had a life far away from here. I remember being in Paris and wishing to come back here, visualizing my favourite neighbourhood and imagining myself being here. It seemed so impossible, so risky and so futuristic. Now that I am here I feel like I never left. I cannot imagine leaving it again. We were walking around Hell's Kithen yesterday and I remember myself saying that this is the area that I feel most comfortable with. It is so random how west side/midtown is what I associate with New York. The people, the cafes, the cozy spots and the river ...
Why do I always stay up late at night? I hear music coming from the next door. I speak to Toyoko. I wash dishes. I snack on some Swedish chocolate. I write som essays, or short stories. I think about my friends. I chat with Queisi. My baby comes over. So much activity and I have to do it all.

Web

I have been reading so much lately about how to write novells and web context. It has opened up my mind tremendously. I love it. I really would like to write more of it.