Saturday

We took a trip today. First we went to a castle called Glimmingehus. Apparently, it's the "best preserved medieval castle in Scandinavia," it's also featured on the 20 kroner. After the castle we went to a small fishing village that has a sort of mini-stonehenge. You can stand on the very edge of this drop-off facing the ocean and the wind pushes so hard back you can sort of balance in a forward lean. I laid down in the field up there and it was so warm that it felt like someone holding you. 

I was going to make curry, but now I'm tired.

Lund

Spaghetti

 

 

 

 

Extended to

Today, I went to a lecture on Swedish film history of the last ten years. We watched a clip of this movie called

Fucking Åmål.

For obvious reasons the international name for it is

Show Me Love.

The film was written and directed by Lukas Moodysson. He's also the writer and director of the movies Lilja 4-Ever(Lilya 4-Ever) and Mammoth.
Show Me Love is your typical tumultuous love story of two twelve year old girls heading towards possibly falling in love. It looks like an excellent film! The narrator in this trailer is a little funny sounding, but it had the best song!

Malmofestivalen

riding around

Just a little free art show I stumbled upon. 

I feel awkward taking pictures in art galleries, but this is a picture of projectors shooting a different video on each side of that block in the center. 

From inside one of the buildings at the university. 

An Introduction

I like it here. 

These

These are old

I can play pretend by Caroline and Kimala

I can feel the vibrations getting stronger and I can almost
hear the horn. The metal rail digs into my body in a way
that is not altogether uncomfortable looking on with a
blank expression you decide to toss out everything we brought
home from your mother's house, the easter meals specifically, though
it is almost thanksgiving. we woke up at four to devour the sweet
potato casserole but when you found a pecan that was not a pecan,
well, i always congratulated you on being a survivalist, 
above all things I wanted to say that the moment the
tea kettle begins to whistle I tell you what you
mean to me and then be out of the door before
you have a change to pick out the flavor for your cup.
Don't hold you breath if you think that my
leave will be temporarey. Once I'm out the door there
is no way i will be smoking another pall mall ever again. two
seconds later my mouth is full of cotton. i think someone put it there
but the only ones who want to touch my mouth are either dead or
wasting away in a room with no windows. in that case
i do believe in an alien of some kind which is like believing
in the tooth fairy or santa clause to you but to
me I find a comfort in the idea of the being
other creatures out there like us who are either
equally as lost or who know things.
Things we could never dream of knowing. such as your
poison being too thick for this old house to purge itself of.
then the fear that you have disappeared into the road flashes against
my mind like when a woman's silhouette was draped up like a dress
and that is why I can't eat the cupcakes you made me or
hold you hand, but I can kiss you on the forehead 
and hope to god you find yourself some peace of
mind before the show is over. Don't look at me
like I didn't try. there is a tuning fork coming out from beneath
the door and i know i know what you've been trying behind my
back i can see my dog's ribs sharp as silverware and yet there
is this way i kiss you and there is this way i pretend we aren't starving.

Miranda Lehman

Ghost In The Woods

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Sophie Curtis

Sophie Curtis

More photographs by Sophie Curtis can be found on Pus-Eye created with Simon Nunn. You can also find more of her images on Out Here Over There which also includes works by Simon Nunn and Alex Howard.  Go to her flickr.

False Hope by Caroline and Kimala

so i am turning into a great seething mass, no center, no end
no light just something warm it feels like a baby bird that
i flung from its tree afterward you look at me as if to say
"what are you hurtling toward?" i love you but i'm afraid
of the way my heart becomes a lake of ice when it's cold and there's
no warmth to be found in where I've been searching. In the 
darkness, we wait water dripping in the distance pounding into
our minds lacking any real distinct rhythm and yet and yet...
Hungry, hungrier than we've ever been as our stomach
tries to swallow itself and our minds drift toward delirium once
for fun we gathered all our spit into a jar and added red food
colouring then i put my finger in, then i wiped it under your throbbing
black eye and that was it for us both, you put your hands up
and said, "listen, we can't do anything." I believed you. I believed
everything. Strange to think of where it all comes from
how beliefs come to be. I waited for you. I waited and
was let down. Like the bent back door frame in my 
mother's house I was left just hanging. It is my 
belief that it wasn't your fault that my spirit animal was
a cockroach with a diamond instead of a heart. i took too many sips
of your ugly beverage, it made me taste like soot and from between
my legs you pull plumes and plumes of smoke from my core and
the last thing i remember thinking is
we are not getting out of this stuck like the ribbons
that fell in the mud on your sister's wedding day.
Your hand brushed mine when we were walking and
your elbow grazed the back of my neck when
you were reaching for something on the top
shelf but you never let your eyes drift to the bookcase and
i realize the most important book i ever owned was a sonic the
hedgehog comic blue and faded as rust. when two or three people love
one another the inner toddler can either suffocate or climb out of the
head, roaring for milk and a place to scratch that hard
to reach spot on the back. In what was thought
to be the best years of our lives we spent them 
holding on to hopes that have always been false.