I have so many old photos on my computer that this site would be flooded with albums if I created on for every trip and adventure. Therefore, here’s a first “small” selections of my personal favorites. They are mainly from between the summer of 2014 and the spring of 2015. All but two of them are cellphone pics.
Did I mention I am working on a novel in Swedish? Well, anyways, I am.
And while writing some today, I decided to start the process of a chapter with a sketch (if you can call it that). I simply wanted to line up what was going to happen in the chapter before I got started writing it. The sketch, however, ended up looking almost like poetry. And while the project is in Swedish, I still felt I had to share this accidental poem in some way. So I translated it. Without context it makes little sense – but then again, must it really?
Abstract illustrations of bliss.
More concrete plans for the night?
The present: a visit from A, starting to suspect something is wrong.
The truth hatches, a moment of realization and rational thought.
Then the world falls. Abstract again, emotions, metaphors.
Out. Some kind of poetic darkness to build atmosphere.
In the middle of this a phone call from the private place that is dark now.
The close is a promise and a gunshot. Decides, this must end.
On the floor in the room with all the pictures. Affected by memories, emotions and substances.
Disconnected thoughts between substantial dialogues where the answers don’t make any sense.
A dead bird outside the window. They take the bottles and the pills. Rage.
Wants out, but they calm him with sleep. Darkness.
So I’m sitting here, having just settled into my new home (read: blog). The walls have been painted and my name’s on the door. Now I just need to make it cosy, to make it me. And, of course, get some people over for tea.
I have been thinking about what would be the best place to start. Should I start uploading material like a maniac, making it my goal to throw my entire collection of texts in here as fast as possible? Or should I wait until some people have found their way here, and then put one text up at a time to give them space to breathe (the texts and the readers)?
I don’t even know how to get visitors to my new metaphorical home. Should I send invite cards? Should I host an online moving in party where everybody gets free online drinks? Should I bribe some shady critics to read my texts and give them astronomically good reviews? I think I just realized that I have no idea how to run a blog successfully. I wish I had someone to ask. But well, I have my cat and I have wine, and between those things and my god ol’ pal Google, I’m sure I’ll figure something out.
In the meantime, I guess I’m just gonna eat my chicken nuggets and be happy about the fact that tomorrow is my first day off for the weekend. Yum.