Love? We think about it, sing about it, dream about it, lose sleep worrying about it. When we don’t have it, we search for it; when we discover it, we don’t know what to do with it; when we have it, we fear losing it. It is the constant source of pleasure and pain. We can’t predict which it will be from one moment to the next. It is a short word, easy to spell, difficult to define, impossible to live without.
And with these words about love (not written by me) and that old pic (that’s me), I’m off to São Luis in a 12 hour bus! Gonna be without Internet for I don’t know how long, but I’ve prewritten and posted some posts with a timer for you so you’ll hear from me anyway. See you soon, superpeople, take care!
Ps. Side2 har en sak om meg og sofaene mine liggende ute, dere kan lese den her!