Unfinished journals and half told stories.

The hills and valleys of the Swedish countryside are sprinkled with houses, browns, yellows, reds interrupt the rolling bands of pine, björk, ash, elm. Thunderheads are positioned in the sky looking like cone less ice creams, dripping drops as we pass under, the tops resemble the castles of heaven, castles worthy of your Virgin Mary, castles worthy of your Jesus. Almonds are beautiful, papery dry brown, milky moist whiteness, speared sweet salty enjoyment. A gentler edible magma, perfect clea...