"In this thoroughy mixed-up, interdependent, mobile and volatile postmodern world clinging to a traditional notion of ethnic identity is impossible. Inasmuch as the stress on ethnicity provides a counterpoint to the most facile forms of postmodernist nomadology, however, we might have to develop a postmodern notion of ethnicity. This postmodern ethnicity can no longer be experienced as naturally based upon tradition and ancestry, on a single origin. Rather, it is experienced as a provisional and partial "identity" which must be constantly (re)invented and (re)negotiated."

-Ien Ang. 

when i'm not reading. sleeping or eating.
structures and boundaries.
lines. transparency.

Take a minute or two and look at the sky, the ground the people around you. And remember how fucking blessed we are to be able to have the illusion of taking it for granted and that next day surely will come. Because it's not a gift everyone has in this world. It's time for making amends and expressing love to one another. Don't wait another day to appreciate life.

It may come off as cheesy, but it is always, always the darkest before dawn.
I believe the red sun will rise again.

Help save Japan. 

mono no aware. hanami.

I've been away in Paris, was there for about 47 hours spread over three days.  When I saw cherry blossoms all I did think about was Japan. And I questioned my world at that moment relating to the rest. Something is happening over there, and I was on a a get-away trip. Where is the world heading, and what I can do?

eri wakiyama.

saikin. 

totally and utterly in love with my sofa, and my home. 

pieces of red. black and white graphics, and sewing machine x typing machine table. 

Ferry rides home.

1, 3 & 4 at my new favourite café where I eat my breakfast, lunch and dinner. study there till late at evenings and takes the ferry home again. 

2 breakfast at home. 

Just idag vill jag åka berg- och dalbana tills jag svimmar och blir yr, bli genomblöt av flumride, åka slänggungan många gånger för det känns som man flyger, bli lite rädd av gasten och jagade av spöken. och äta sockervadd efteråt. och tydligen har dem en Ben&Jerry glassbar nu.

Det är inte bara en fixidé som jag sa på FB status kommentaren. Jag vill känna något idag. För idag känner jag mig ganska tom. Som om jag har vårstädat bort alla känslor och slängt ut det lilla som var kvar. Ett påbörjat avslutande kapitel.

Hejdå.

När kommer våren egentligen?

everything that has a beginning has an end.

påbörjat ett avslutande kapitel.