I bought tofu today

My arms are hurting again, but I won’t let them. I’m painting and writing and doing my exercises anyway. Hah, that’ll teach them.

I’m writing more now, and I’ve got a new sketch book for picture books ideas.

And happy birthday Benedicte! :)

Blog post

Wow it’s been a long time. I write mostly other places now, like in my bright orange diary.
I’ve got a secret boyfriend and it makes me happy and also very sad, so I eat a lot of chocolate and sit down in the shower. Then I go listen to Beirut.
That is what I do.

Cleaning

I love cleaning my room when I’ve forgotten it for three weeks. It’s like cleaning my head, removing all the dust in the corners, all of it. Changing bed sheets, washing clothes, mend trousers. It really is like pushing things around in my own head, making space.

Regn

Det er noe med regn i lyset fra gatelykter som gjør at jeg kan sitte i vinduskarmen og stirre på det i en evighet, og hadde ikke nødvendigheten av å sove til slutt drevet meg inn på rommet hadde jeg kanskje sittet der ennå, det er noe med gult mot sort, det må være vann mot asfalt, det myke og ubestemte mot en ujevn flate, ruglete, det er regn, og når man legger øret mot vinduet sier det vooosj voosj vooosj.