writing, pictures of space, lonely walks, books, music, and penguins.
I found this amazing place.
I want to live there. it’s full of broken glass, collapsing ceilings, gorgeous staircases, walls sliced open like wounds and writings. I have this fantasy of meeting the man of my life there.
he’ll be sleeping on a mattress under the starlit sky falling through the window above his head, a candle in an old wine bottle, wax sliding down its sides, the floors that creak when we play hide and seek, the old world map torn in one of the rooms on the first floor; his dream job is to write poetry on the walls with black marker, in between the hooks and abandoned machinery, until the yellowed wallpaper is completely covered in beauty.
but I wait for a letter that is coming to me. he sends me pictures of the ocean in an envelope. so there still is hope. yes, I can be healed.
life in images is better than life without sound.
my name is joe. ghost world. la vita è bella. eternal sunshine of the spotless mind. la tigre e la neve. chacun cherche son chat. alice in wonderland. me and you and everyone we know. la gabbianella e il gatto. somersault. Ru guo·Ai.
situation magnusson !
&norwegian TV
=better than people. usually.
currently reading:
jeff noon: automated alice
scott mccloud: understanding comics
the boy who died without a sound.
(1977-2001)
A♥T (19852006)
&my mom
Uno's granny! and eirik's party in the pants.
Aslak bananas.