In the far north of Europe, in a town by the sea, lived a man. From my window I can see a water tower made of concrete. I've moved around the country a bit but now I am back in my home town, with the usual mixed emotions that entails.
I am a student of English and for whatever reason things have been going very well, beefing up my grades while planning to go to University at some point, probably next fall. Spent a long time tumbling down a hill in the wrong direction and now I am finally clawing myself back up. The world is a terrifying place sometimes, I was stuck. Now I'm getting A grades and swimming 1000 m a week.
But the world in general is kind of terrifying still. I have the poor taste of being into politics and it's hard to unsee what has been seen. I'm a socialist and, if you let me, this might be something I will talk about a lot. Don't say I didn't warn you.
Then again if you are into that kind of thing, all the better that you're reading this. I try not to be too one dimensional though.
I like music and film and silly absurd things. Politics just tend to bleed over into a lot of things. I was an activist for several years, trying to get back into that again. Of course we can talk about other things but if talking politics is a deal-breaker, stranger who is reading this, I am sorry I'm not sure this will work out. Thanks for stopping by though.
I want to get a cat again, because cats are awesome. I get along well with animals in general, I grew up with both dogs and cats.
"When animals are really, really nice, there's nobody nicer than a really nice animal." - William Gibson