The knell and the world

I fill my life with emptiness. Am I nothing but forgotten memories?

The knell and the world.

Under a hidden Sirius

Jag är ljuset som leder dig in i mörkret.
Pentti Saarikoski

Det snöade i Vilhelmina under eftermiddagen, här regnar frosten bort. Någolunda positivt besked på morgonen.

Farfar

Karl Östen Henriksson
4/3 1914 – 18/11 2005

Noises

Bestia Centauri and Mar de Grises. Wonderful.

Rape

Rädda Vojmån

I wish I could at least say bleak

It’s all chaos. From here on, to… nothing. Djuphamnen is dark and dead at night, and it’s getting cold. I’d probably bring Darkspace or something similar. On the other hand, it is not a good time nor place.

Going

I mailed the contract today. The place in Bildhuggaren was awful. This means trouble, but also freedom. The ”built-in” internet isn’t good anymore though, limited. We’ll probably go with Telia 8/0.8 instead. Coming down from the constant 10/10 high won’t be easy.

Taken away by the torn blackshroud.

Day

Now it’s dark and you’re colder
Now it’s dark and I’m older
Now it’s dark and you’re colder
And you tell me my parks are grey.

Longing, missing

An old (not very though) postcard from Vilhelmina. It’s beautiful in winter. The light is great.

I found a photo on the web long ago that is taken from ontop of that plateau.