Det blåser på månen.

I haven't been writing here for a while now, because though so much has been happening in my life lately I'm finding it hard to find anything I want to write about. It's not that the things I'm experiencing aren't inspiring and good, but frankly sometimes they're hard to take in, and I'm finding that I'm starting to crave for stories because I'm finding it difficult to write my own. And yet every time I find one that offers me something to hold on to, something else makes it aversing and forces me to turn to the next thing. I know that at some point we all have to end up here, at that time in the story where you have everything but you can't make out what to do with it so you're forced to watch it crumble beneath your hands, to see it through until the next chapter or the next line that enables you to get a firmer grip again. I don't want to read the story ahead to see when things will be starting to turn around, but it's hard to watc...

"Look at the sky. It's not dark and black and without character... the black is, in fact, deep blue. And over there: lighter blue, and blowing through the blues and blackness the winds swirling through the air and then shining, burning, bursting through: the stars! And you see how they roar their light. Everywhere we look, the complex magic of nature blazes before our eyes." Vincent Van Gogh 'Doctor Who'

"I started with a simple problem: a key with no lock. And I designed a system I thought fit the problem. I broke everything down into the smallest parts and tried to think of each person as a number in a gigantic equation. But it wasn't working. Because people aren't like numbers. They're more like letters. And those letters want to become stories. And dad said that stories need to be shared." Oscar Shell. Extremely loud and incredibly close by; Jonathan Safran Foer

There was a town, like any other, where the skryscrapes floated over the heavens and the whales sang their eerie songs on they journeyed through the clouds and over the towns. The grass in the parks shone silvery blue and the yellow light of the two suns that circulated the town shone in every hour on the red cobble streets, it's rays sparkling against the glossy walls of the buildings. And the inhabitants lived their easy lives, striding through the parks and feeding the fishes that glided in and out of the grass and trees. The town was ordinary in every way, except for a few of the people that lived there. In the town there lived a couple, of which the pair puzzled most of their fellow citizens. They weren't extraordinary of sorts, though the girl, oh the girl! She was a marvel too look at, and instantly loved by everyone who happened to meet her. Her hair was long and flowing and chocolaty brown, and when caught in the sun it shone in a fiery tinge. Her...

Min första resa till Thailand var för åtta år sedan, när jag var tolv. Fem år senare åkte vi dit igen, och de båda resorna har etsat sig fast hos mig, men av så väldigt olika anledningar. Idag, så många historier (och ett liv som levts) senare, finner jag mig åter tänka tillbaka till de resorna, och vad det var som kom att få dem så betydelsefulla för mig. Den resan som kom senast beskriver den historia jag levde i just då och den kom, på sätt och vis, att bli en milstolpe i allt det som ledde mig fram till den punkten. Inte så mycket på grund av vad som hände där som vad jag upplevde i mig själv när jag kom att befinna mig utanför och bortanför den plats där min verkliga historia ägde rum. Det var vad det blev. Mitt andrum. Mitt utanförperspektiv och min djupdykning i mitt inre. Den första resan till Thailand var en annan milstolpe i mitt liv, men inte utifrån min historia, utan av de historier jag mötte i andra på vägen. Det blev mitt innanförskap och en överskådning. En inblick i de...

Life is not about finding yourself - Life is about creating yourself.

It's not about where you've been It's about where you're going - But you have to  feel it to make it true.