August 2012
20 posts
There is someone new practicing or maybe recording in the lofts next to my house and I sit in the backyard and listen to the guitarist play his lines over and over and over. The sound bounces off the wall and seems like it’s right in front of me. My favourite mystery band practices in the warehouse by the stockyards on Fridays and I have no idea who they are, I can’t figure out which...
I laid in the sand all morning reading a book about some murders, a book whose first blurb is “4 out of 4 stars - People”, while an old European man did the breaststroke and his old European wife watched him from under a beach umbrella. He was wearing high cut black swimming briefs. French cut. Like women wore in the 1980s, when French cut meant something spectacular. The book is good,...
I’m in a tiny house on Ward’s. After riding we swam in the lake and read books in bed and the outdoors was all trees and at night we sat in the sand while boats bobbed up and down and there were fires everywhere. A year ago my grandmother died. I visited her tree. It seems like it will be a pretty good one.
I found this while looking at Craigslist Stockholm. Prime schutzhund prospect.
Edward Gal’s freestyle programme just now was so beautiful I can’t believe it.
I took a ferry to Fårö and went to the graveyard where Ingmar Bergman is buried and looked at the raukar and had a picnic on the beach and then slept in the sand. I found a stable with a pony inside and it had a mane like a 1980s metal singer and it licked my hand for ages. It looked like this:
I did not take these pictures, they are from Håknäs Hästbruk.
I flew to an island in the Baltic Sea today that has its own kind of cheese.
I rowed a boat on a lake and went to the summerhouse we used to have but sold and got sad looking at it and bought some Orrefors Intermezzo glasses because my grandmother used to buy the series for me. I threw a line into the water again and again and again. I looked at hundreds of photographs of my family and most of the people in the photographs were dead and most are buried in Finland. I looked...
