I AM A CHANGED WOMAN
Traveling is usually seen as an eye-opening experience, but I am now more confused than ever. While I was away and not really able to work on Swyyne, I thought a lot about what my little teeny tiny 140 lb. life (I added 6 lbs. for my “soul”) is doing here - a mental query which led me to a dark and unresolved place. Sort of like the version of hell depicted in 90s Robin Williams film “What Dreams May Come.”
I do know that the more that I try to push my family and friends towards being a bit more conscious of how our actions and purchases effect the earth, the more they hate me. It’s not a good feeling. What’s more, it doesn’t even seem to be making a difference, and I am discouraged.
- stockholm is a city of islands
- albert at the hall of antiquities where they pieces together faces, torsos and baby heads to create frankenteinesque statues
- eva, anders, albert and ida at the rooftop lounge inside a mall
- the sun never set fully
- albert and i playing in the midnight sun
- on the bridge going to the old village, gamla stan
- at the vasa museum, they spent years building this huge ship and it sank as soon as it set sail in the stockholm harbor
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