Can everything just be a dream? Some kind of movie, soon to be over, too soon, too tragic. A phylosophy that quit on you, a realisation of what you really are. Something, maybe even someone lost in space. Are you someone, or nothing. Does anything matter if it doesn’t matter to you?

I’ve lived a creative life with a great load of experiance. And still I’m just in the beginning of my life, which as I said, will be over too soon, so what matters is each day. I see myself as an artist, as of the moment beeing I can’t be more specific then that, neither can I really tell you where I am coming from. Point is, I am whide open for anything to fill the empty pages of the next chapter, so that this book will get a name. But let it be written in colored pencils, creative and left with stains of coffee.

What if I had no fear, I wouldnt be human. But what if I had no fear? Would I go hitchhike to Japan? Would I kiss every boy I liked? Would I be a student at LA filmschool?

A tragedie. My life is beeing stirred by my fear, which should be less a caracter then me, but it makes me, without it I wouldnt be me. Thinking less and just doing what there is to do in life. Doesn’t that sound nice?

I think if I’d allways have music streaming into my ears though headphones, I’d probably be saved. But let’s be realistic, that wouldn’t work either. I’d be living in trance and gone mad. Not so saved.



I want to be a part of something. I am searching for something and someone, and I haven’t a clue what or who it is. I just now that my life is waiting for me, and I have to find it.

Does it take a deadly sickniss to find it? Does it take a gun pointed at my head? Or a coma therapy?