I wonder where we would end up, if we could start again

One of my favourite gloomy songs. I miss the comforts of having a guitar in my lap, think I'll have to do something about that soon enough.

Little things to love

Don't you just love it when your university literature contains poetry?

Or when a sole measure like the usage of words can make your day?

Like tonight's taxi-driver, or my proffessor in Soviet-studies' soothing story-telling voice?

Don't you just love it when you can find love in these little things?

There's something so calming about that fact.

There's

still

hope.

I think I'll be happy after all.

Honungste

trasig röst,
kläder tunna
detta smutsiga lik
vars varma toner är
sedan länge,
försvunna,

det ger mig kväljningar än
när du passerar -
tankar svedda i tenn

den där blicken som vet
och smutsen
allt jävla klet
allt jävla svek
allt det där,
allt
du vet

men jag önskar dig glädje
jag är honung i teet
och jag ser dig på håll
jag ser dig som den du är
jag ser den bördan du bär
nu, när jag inte längre finns här

- Litage

Because I so seldom write in Swedish.

On Campus

View from my favourite lecture-hall!

It's amazing how something can be so ugly on the outside, and so pretty from the inside - I hereby declare the Adam Smith building a real life "Ugly Duckling" - Thank you H.C. Andersen for teaching me that lesson!

It just had to be given some room somewhere.

Back in Glasgae

“I don't see much sense in that," said Rabbit. 

"No," said Pooh humbly, "there isn't. But there was going to be when I began it. 

It's just that something happened to it along the way.”

 - A. A Milne

I've been a bit busy lately, meeting people I've missed back home and all that. I had a great Christmas and New Years also, it was all really warm and winter-welcoming the way that I think is very special for smaller places like Sweden. Oh well, nuff bout that. Thought I'd issue a wee dandy potpurri of what's been going on in dear old Glasgow since I came back a week ago.

Miss. I-can-never-take-serious-photos...

... And the scary lovely Glasgow-gang at the Bookclub...

... the new phone measuring capacity on the campus-grounds...

... proving itself worthy. The sunset really does look like a sunset, don't it?

Two freakishly handsome people that spice Glasgow up with good chit-chat...

... and the University's own brand of spice...

... and, finally, my own spice: A fun Chilean tv-series...

and the only meat-dish I now know how to conjure out of my ridiculous chef-hands.

And finally a rather cheesy song that I completely adore, since a few moments ago. Call me lovey dovey or whatever, but I'd actually really like to make a duet (guy/girl-style) out of this piece of marvel!

Kiss Me - Ed Sheeran

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