Welcome to the last year of this textual/visual diary. Exploring words, spaces and aesthetics. 

HOURS

HOURS

“Well, I know now. I know a little more how much a simple thing like a snowfall can mean to a person” -- Sylvia Plath, The Unabridged Journals of Sylvia Plath
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There is something about the snow. It's like all of a sudden the Norway I know is back, and everything seems familiar. Maybe it's cause the snow sticks around for so long, and you really concentrate when it's snowing, you know? Concentrate on not slipping and falling, or learning to ski like the Norwegians, or making sure your face is greased up to the max in oil so your skin doesn't get too dry. It's a tad annoying, yeah. But you get to be a child and an adult all at the same time. I admit, I woke up wishing it was Christmas already....

VOIX

VOIX

MONDAY

MONDAY