Life’s pretty funny – here i am, in this dusty old timber-town in north Sweden.. What the hell am i doing here, how did i end up HERE, and HERE-on-this-planet – can anyone see the DIVINE COMEDY OF LIFE??
It’s bitter-sweet…life is as an IRONIC parade through life, in a way – life’s real fragile, but in a way; “What doesn’t kills us makes us stronger..” – it’s kind of fun to lose your mind, it takes you away in a way, perhaps it might even take you further OFF from the Con’s tendrils of consensus and established powers to be.. I’m actually planning to move FURTHER INTO NOWHERE – which the backwoods would be, i want to live FOOT-LOOSE, to be in a place more MELANCHOLIC, since i like that sense of the mind, feeling like you’re nowhere. It would perhaps prove to be VERY COZY out the bushes and deep pine forests..
Like Shakespeare said:
“Life’s but a walking shadow; a poor player, that struts and frets his hour upon the stage, and then is heard no more: it is a tale told by an idiot, full of sound and fury, signifying nothing.”