One of the main characters in Nick Hornby’s novel About a Boy and the eponymous film based upon it is Fiona. Fiona is Marcus’ forty-year-old mother, who tries to raise Marcus as a perfect person into a falling world on her own, ever since she divorced Marcus’ father several years Läs mer
I dreamt I finally told Renalta (a classmate when I studied in Rimini this summer) how ugly her bag was. She started crying and ran out of the classroom, but I felt strangely relieved. God, it’s ugly.
”Ah! A bomb!””Stop screaming! That’s exactly what the bomb wants us to do!” Ever since I first saw the Futurama animated TV series as they aired on Swedish TV in the first half of the 00’s, I’ve loved the shows. As Matt Groening more or less created a new genre Läs mer
I can see you smiling in every frozen tear I can hear you whisper ”you and I” Please tell me once again it’s just you and I Extract from Kamelot’s Temples of Gold (Karma)
Read. I have always been thinking. Always, since I was born. Love, hate, sorrow, religion, why is the world as it is? What is the reason of hate, what causes sorrow? Sorrow is a matter we need to accept, someone we are forced to understand and cope with. Everyone dies, Läs mer
On June 5, 2007, American power metal band Kamelot released their eight studio album entitled ”Ghost Opera”. I downloaded (I am ashamed, please forgive me) the album the same summer. Since I first heard Kamelot (with first loves like ”The Haunting (Somewhere in Time)” and ”The Black Halo”) in the Läs mer
Another poem. Has nothing to do with my life at the moment right now, though. So god damn it, don’t get it wrong. Why are you so turned away from me? Why is the window opened tonight, and why are you not saying a word? Why aren’t the stars as Läs mer