Any Stockholm recs?

Time to learn the hundred most used Swedish words 📚🇸🇪🕺

Scoping out the Stockholm weather forecast for next week and it’s looking very British. Perhaps I’ll buy a Swedish umbrella.

Amsterdam in the mirror. Berlin photos.

A quiet apple tree. July hope.

Just heard a wood pigeon singing Song 2

Seven am, house music, notebook and pen, watching the town slowly wake up.

ich kann gar nicht zum Ausdruck bringen, welche immense Bedeutung hierbei das haptische Fühlen meiner Bücher hat. Jede digitale Form ist hiervon Galaxien entfernt.

Me: I don’t need a fancy place… Also me: but I do want an apartment that is giving 1970’s Italian giallo aka midcentury homicidal

But I had to wait 25 years to understand my reason for doing so.

Ideas that are a salve on a burning mind.

Taking my daughter for lunch at an Italian restaurant we both like. She’s going interrailing tomorrow for ten days—Amsterdam, Berlin, Milan, Venice. She’s only seventeen but wise and capable. I am of course anxious and hiding it as best I can. Today is for celebrating the adventure ahead. Fuck.

This summer feels different and I want to help it become so.

My dove eyes of yesterday died and were reborn as my owl eyes of today. Wisdom is so pricey.

when they take the internet away i will daydream again

The body rules.

JULY, my love!

Me and my money spider waiting for our man.

Intense people. Pros and cons.

Drinks off the Shambles. It’s the turn of the year. Dinner with an old friend.

Dolce Far Niente (1897) by John William Godward (1861-1922) England

Close/closer/almost close enough to…

Man muss sich ganz lang machen und dem Wind alles geben was man hat.

The poem doesn’t like you either.

You’re always safe in a bookshop, a.k.a. back on my bullshit.

i'm blue

Isabelle Adjani on the movie set of "Le Locataire", 1976

Halfway point of the year. I like to review and remember what I wanted from it, but the walls of the maze are moving. The string is tangled, the breadcrumbs scattered, the map a blur.

She sat with her chin on her hand, a glass of black coffee before her, and felt a faint stirring of hope.

Hardly watching any films at the moment unless they are in the cinema. I guess it's not the season for watching at home. Also, aircon. #hottake Christoper Nolan's Batman films are... ploddingly effective. #hottake #lastfourwatched #letterboxdfriday 📽️🍿

Splendid.

DECADENCE CAN BE AN END IN ITSELF

Sea wishes.

All of today’s decisions are based on access to breezes.

Lynda Barry did not squeeze your heart and simultaneously explain the point of all art with the barest of line drawings so you could tell me that AI is "inevitable."

Find a cool spot and never leave it.

Das Handtuch trocknet schnell. Müde Vögel.

An evening of swallows and crows.

Watched the sun rise over Stonehenge for the solstice (on YouTube). The comments were full of hippy love. I was hoping for more nudity, but it was an English Heritage live feed. I bet there was a secret pagan feed somewhere.

Shame as a snake bite.

Asking the ego to stop demanding so that the soul can speak.

Keep connecting and exploring and making little things.

four corners of today in the garden

Leonora Carrington, Labyrinth, 1991 // Remedios Varo, The Labyrinth or Spiral Transit, 1962

Take the dream into the day.

The only chords I know.

Words are the clothes thoughts wear. Samuel Beckett