Felix Meijer

The bull and the red dress

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So Kattis sent me one of those hand-written letters…

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That tends to be a bad thing.

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Or rather, you can count on it being sincere.

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And it was. The sort of letter saying “If you’re going to try, go all the way” or don’t bother trying – she wanted us to jump in with both feet into this if we would keep seeing each other.

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Manhandling

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While I do not care to any degree worthy of mention about censoring my own private life I do feel obliged to show the genuine care I feel for the person with whom I share said “private life”, and as such; this will be the first “compromised” diary where I have chosen to blur parts of the text.

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Mina fingrar
smeker henne
- spelar -
som vore hon
ett instrument
uppspänt
framför mig

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Orkestrerar
hennes andetag

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Rimfrost

Bathing truly is “laundry of the soul”.

Not that it solves any problems (bar being smelly!) but at least it allows for a moment to gain a bit of perspective. It’s like boiling the brain, then have all the porous fragments fall down to the bottom and form a slushy gel, taking up a lot less space in that head of mine.

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A lot of things I’ve been falling behind on.

Well not really a lot, but one or two I really hope to be done with before the end of the week (like sorting an album-cover for Zebastian’s upcoming EP).

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Training is progressing steadily, and today I realized how I actually feel good about my body whenever I see myself in the mirror. That certainly hasn’t always been the case, and it makes me feel very healthy! Though I miss my bro’, as gyming with him is a lot more competitive than doing it alone – always pushing me to the limit.

He’s turning 21 this Thursday and I think it’s the first time I won’t be able to go see him on his birthday. Feels straight down shitty, but I know going there would have me end up feeling like I really need to be somewhere else (which I do). I’m sure he will have a good time anyways and I already know I’m excused, but I would have liked to see him.

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The exhibition is closing in and things seems to be shaping up pretty well. Not without complications, but so far we have been able to hammer them all out. Looking forward to spending some time with Carro in Stockholm and putting my art up someplace public again – it’s always a blast to see people’s reactions and have a chat with the visitors.

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Special K

Phew. So much time on a loose foot lately – a lot of traveling.

Celebrated my 24:th birthday at East West Sushi with Kattis, father and Ann – the later two which drove from Borensberg to congratulate me. It was all very pleasant, bar the cold outside (which not only found its way into the restaurant’s glass-walls, but also through our many layers of clothing.) Sushi – being the cold dish it is – didn’t help in thawing us a whole lot, so the tea, miso soup and coffee kept rollin’ in.

Good business, I imagine.

(Yet well worth it. EWS has won rewards for being one of Sweden’s best kitchens in its niche.)

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Once the food had settled I accompanied dad and Ann back to Östergötland, to catch a bus from BBG to Linköping and see my mother and brother. Mom has been all but terrified of driving during winter ever since her accident, so we figured it would be better if I came to her place instead.

I’d like to think there’s nothing wrong with that, but somehow it still gets to me how I have to travel all those miles back and fourth on my own birthday, to be celebrated.

And what a trip it was. I spent the night there as the day after – the 9th – was my actual birthday. While the celebrations as such were nice – the food and the good company were all I could hope for – the struggle to get back home to Örebro was beyond belief. See, usually a train departs every two hours, even the later ones. But for whatever reason (I imagine due to it being a new year with new timetables) the train companies saw fit to have the last of those trains depart 16:30, leaving me with one hour to get to a city from which the train would actually leave (which was about 50 minutes away by car). After making a wishful phone call and browsing my options my last way out seemed.. well.

It was the last true evening of the holiday.

A night I was dead-set and hell-bent on spending enfolded in my Special K’s warm embrace.

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Carnival

A mighty spectacular sortie of ‘09 – a superb start of 2010.

It felt like the day would never end (and how I wished it would not)

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This one goes out to all the gentlemen whom drove, paid for the cab or carried their high-heel women back home

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