So, around one month ago I went to Sweden, again. Technically just for shopping in Charlottenberg, as previously, but it turned out to be quite a spontaneous trip. And those are always the best ones!
Have you ever hoped to see a diary post here? Yes? Then it’s your lucky day. No? Then better just skip this one. I have plenty of other types of posts, don’t worry.
I mean not stopped playing at all. When I have done everything I wanted during the week, and it happens to rain and storm outside, I may put on some good ol’Sims 4. But usually in my life, especially this year, there are enough things to do. I mean, who will wash my dishes and wash my clothes, if not me?
Yes, that’s how much time has already passed here for me and you, readers. If, if there’s someone since the beginning of course – a glass of champagne for you! I don’t know how to feel about this, but I’m kinda proud of myself I still keep writing. I used to have such a slash in the pan for a lot of things, just start everything with tons of ambitions and next week throw it away as it doesn’t matter anymore.
Glad I stick out with this platform. It’s such a good thing to have your corner on the internet. And thanks to all my readers, those long-time ones and those fresh, hope my writing isn’t the worst! I always try to improve it.
Have a nice rest of the week! New post coming tomorrow.
Is there any reason to judge people by saying: that person is good, this person is bad? Should we do that? And what after all is good?
It happens that recently I wrote two poems, in quite a wild act of nostalgia. They aren’t much – more like a description of a feeling you get on a sunny day. Besides the fact of their simplicity, I still wanted to share them.
A poet of workers and life on the edge of Oslo. Despite his really precocious death, at the age of 28, he left us with three volume of poems. På stengrunn (On stony ground 1925), På gjensyn (On reunion 1926), and posthumously Hverdagen (Everyday).