Syndromes and a Century

Country Mile

Silver Birch against a Swedish sky
The singer in the band made me want to cry
We’re all inside our own heads now
We are leaving new friends
We are leaving this town
I wish you could be here with me
I would show you off like a trophy
The road it winds, it twists, it turns, now my stomach burns

Once again I’ll be the foolish one
Thinking a blink of these lashes would make you come
Don’t you worry, don’t get in a state
I don’t believe in true love anyway
Who’s being pessimistic now
I could document this as our first and our last row
The more you look forlorn, the more to you I warm

I won’t be seeing you for a long while
I hope it’s not as long as a country mile
I feel lost

I want to feel pretty...

For you... and for me.

And I am blue... and i'm well

Well, i guess i can say i'm back... :D

I'm doing quite alright, feeling very tired from the work at the film fest, which was INTENSE. I think this time it was really stressy and difficult, like body wise, because i wasn't expecting to be carrying heavy stuff, running from one floor to the other and so on, so, it was kinda like that for all the ten days that the festival lasts.

The festival newspaper asked me (well, the programmers actually) to write an article on Syndromes and A Century from Apitchatpong Weerasethakul and it was published and they told me it was a really good one so, i'm really proud of that. I watched two films on the cinema and another 10 or 12 at home on DVD. I'm gonna recommend you all some of those latur.

I've missed you all so fucking very much and i want to know everything i've missed in the last month or so that i've been out of touch with all of ya darling.

See you soon... :)

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