My hair is black again. 

and i’m sit­ting lis­ten­ing to one of the best bands of all times. Seigmen. I wont bother try­ing to explain why it is, but it is. They really mean it, every word and drum­beat or bassline is full of inten­tion and con­vic­tion. Mmmmm. Go check it out in whichever way you enjoy music

To where barbed wire flow­ers grow

Wow, we are cur­rently work­ing on some major things. It’s extremely excit­ing, and frus­trat­ing not to shout it to the world yet, before every­thing is 100% clar­i­fied. So, for now a toast to awe­some cof­fee, beer and a fan­tas­tic place. Yum and yay!

Don’t know what to write as a start for the new-old blog here. Way to start, eh? All I know is that I want an out­let back. I’v grown quite detached to every­thing, life, love, art, fash­ion, every­thing con­nected to pas­sion and attach­ment, per­cep­tion and, well, feel­ing and liv­ing. So, a toast to halt the think­ing and hail to the liv­ing! One step at a time. Beauty and the filth, the joy and the melan­choly. Count­less men­tions of the weather, cof­fee, cig­a­rettes… the deal.