Bliss.

So today turned out all right after all. My emotions have visited most parts of the human spectrum other than anger. I`ve written two poems, which is something of a novelty. I`m rather satisfied with them, which is comfortable. I got to spend part of the morning watching pictures painted by Renoir and Monet. Of which i definitely prefer Renoir. It`s pretty amusing, whilst browsing through Monet`s paintings i came across one i liked, which turned out to be part of the search because it was a painting by Renoir which depicted Monet painting. (There`s a wrestling-expression which could be employed here with which I am not acquainted.

Other than that I`ve read Dagoberto Glib`s latest short story in Harper`s. Which was a searing experience. He manages to convey the desperation of powerlessness in the face of constantly prying, not quite discernable, humans. And the extremes to which one goes to by delving ever deeper into the world of false expressions to throw said beings off one`s back. It was also a powerful reminder of the frailty of the individual and a nice nudge in the direction of experiencing a return from powerlessness. But it was incredibly painful. (Which stories should be, occasionally.)


Other than that. It`s nice to behold a harbour with a sparkle in it`s eye.

And it took me 15.07 to get up to Sandvikspilen today.

Oh, and Obese crew is STILL holding it down! Round for round, pound for pound! =)