i dont know. in the strangest mood at the moment.
had to read this powerful greek womans part, chlatemiestra in a greek tragedy we were reading in english today. was surreal. how different their world must have looked like.wonder if the greeks really were that exciting as all their legeneds and stories say. maybe they actually just sat on the sofa, or the equivalent of the time, and watched..hmm..i dont know…some perve watched the milkmaid milking the cows maybe,the wife probably that fit son next door with glittering swet in the sun making his bow for hunting…mmm..or maybe the other way around…
i mean the olymic games? lots of naked me running around? sounds very YMCA to me….(now all lift those hands!)
ah.
went barhopping on friday.saw some cool places, some funny dancing, drunk dj’s and cheeky henna parties…i reckon santa fe and the black lion, thats were you wanna hang out on a fri/sat evening.yes.yes indeed.
saw a very random french cartoon around 0.00 on bbc three last night. it was really beautiful.in a very sinister kindofway.very burtonlike in its dark feel.for ppl that know me this will sound familiar
or just for other fellow burton fans. that crow black hair.
anyways.
it was called The Phantom Inventory in english. L’inventaire fantôme.now that sounded better
. appereantly it appeared in London Film Festival this year. I looove film/shortfilm festivals.i remember the Uppsala Shortfilm Festival that used to brighten up the dark october nights for me.those films are often so cool and original or just strange…or crap! but still its some1s personal work of art and it is a very special feeling watching them. i miss it. i cant wait to live in london next year and go to all these things because unfortunately where I live these things are sparse if not dry as sahara. i mean the cure were from here. that explains 1.why they are so depressed. 2. why they never came back and rarely talk about it.its shit basically.
meh.enough about me. how are you?
here is a cool pic i stumbled across once…

and here is the old man in L’inventaire fantôme that collected old memories no1 wanted anymore…
a nice lad…;)


