Here is Malmö… again. Because after all this rush, I mean really, no offense but I am done with all those information. One day we are a remote, forgotten island… And then… But it was the time when you could … Continue reading
Monthly Archives: December 2020
I do not regret. The lessons… teachings, though they could be less painful. And some things were too obvious… like crying on a bicycle or crying in a car… You know… I tried this year everything I could. Really. I … Continue reading
I come here as often as I can, but this visit was different… This visit was… only me and art. Old house full of stories and dreams, whispers and weird sounds… though, it is a museum, sooo… Yeah, it is … Continue reading
It is done, right? After Jul. Come on, 2020 is ending and people are like, it will be better, new year etc… And I am depressingly not seeing it. Nope. Not even a sparkle of hope in me. Nope… It … Continue reading
Be grateful because if not… Yeah… what would you do? Will you push me? Will you force me to feelings which are not inside of me? Or maybe you will finally step by my side and see… the truth. That … Continue reading
I mean loneliness… Or more like not loneliness, because you always have yourself. And nobody can tell you not to have imaginary friends. Come on! Have them! I mean really… or just try to look deeper in yourself and find … Continue reading
Walls, windows… I love the walls, I am fascinated by them, but windows… They are magic. You never know if you are looking through the glass or they are looking at you. It is always something I overthink… Like this… … Continue reading
Yeah… Arecibo Observatory is not there anymore. To be honest a news which just did not even appear between huge boobs, bums, scandals, celebrities, Black Friday, Black Week, Month, sell, buy buy buy… and already turned off part of science… … Continue reading
And last bits… It was really lovely, I hope to come back! Maybe not for the insides, too many spirits. But the garden and these doors… oh yes. That was a bit creepy! Especially with this doll. I run away! … Continue reading
I am a witch… … always have been, but as a kid, I was more like running away and not caring about being framed into some shape… I was free. Thinking and seeing things, but also, I have learned very … Continue reading