My room

I like being alone in my room, I need pauses in between things. And all the thoughts I’ve thought these last days crystallise and become something palpable I can spit out or push around with my fingertips.
 




My brother built me that bookshelf. Except for that all of this is here by coincidence. Even I.

Map

And I feel like this is my fault, like I always do. Not because it is, but I know that if it was then I could fix it too.

helg

Jeg dro på kino aleine i dag og så Mannen som elsket Yngve. Filmen var tenåringete og flau og veldig bra, og jeg orket ikke noe av sjokoladen. De siste dagene har vært som slutten av 2005 om igjen.

Wow

Sorting out a bookshelf feels like meditating.

New bag

Look at my new bag! I wonder when it's from, and who used to own it. What they kept in it.

Babooshka by Kate Bush reminds me of November and the countryside, back in 2004.

China and zombies

I’ve been to the library and borrowed books about Chinese history and folklore, now that the trip to China really is going to happen. From them I’ve learnt that the Chinese has two hours lunch break in school and that crab spirits who bears the appearance of a monk can possibly be dangerous.
China.
Before then I should buy a pair of pants and new shoes.

I dream about zombies at least once a week. Other than that I dream about genetic manipulation, world catastrophes and cars that drive fast. I’d like to watch more zombiefilms, especially the old ones.

Banana and blueberries

Old man waltz

Sometimes I feel exactly like this

Buns for the Shrovetide

The silent world

It’s Sunday and it’s snowing. No one’s moving outside, I’ve heard a few cars, but they’re gone now. My own apartment is almost soundless, so all there is in the world is this white quiet.
The universe must be paying me for being a nice person. I really enjoy these moments, store them away inside me and keep them with me (for my perilous journeys and so on).

From my window

I can hear B on her new typewriter through the wall. It makes a nice sound.

I slept for almost eleven and a half hours today, it felt good. I dreamt that a virus had swept over Norway, turning everyone infected into rabies-dogs that only wanted to kill. Luckily they were only awake at night. During the days I went shopping with my mother, the vegetable prices had fallen drastically since no one was buying anything anymore.

I’m eating a lot of brown beans, walnuts and avocado lately, have started to drink camomile- and green tea instead of black, and I think I’m feeling good. I'm researching places to study next year too, but they're all in other countries so I’m not going there.
This evening I hope to finish writing a story about a grandmother that gets stolen.