Friday, September 14, 2012

Foreign object of our affection

Sweden-and-everything-and-everyone-in-it pangs are hitting me really hard this time of year. How I long to disappear in those forests in these stressful times- reach out to the trees and hear the real sounds and feel the real feels-know deep down that I belong where I am- know that all things that come to pass will be worthwhile somehow. Please carry me home soon, min lilla tomte.

Headphones and the original track with closed eyes and an open mind