PRICE OF BEAUTY
I was, and actually still am, sitting in Stockholm at kitchen table and finishing quick lunch while airing beddings and cleaning up, when quickly opened the feedback channels (on the background there’s still playing Isak Danielson’s Save Me Now (sorry neighbors)). It stopped me. The...
HE’S GONE
He passed away. Yes. But I still can’t face it. I have always faced everything, from eye to eye. Always. But now I can’t. Why? Let me tell you. When I even think of the fact that he is not here any longer, it feels...
STOCKHOLM SYNDROME
A pretty strong name for the post, but I actually had no other way in my mind to name this as this is not going to be very happy post. Tho, are my posts, my deep pondering, ever really very happy? No, they are not,...