eight sundays, seven swans

I'm on holiday. It feels claustrophobic already; all my friends are travelling or at home in other towns.

Today I took my camera for a little walk. Saw nothing at all. But it feels fine for now. Nothing at all, everything is so slow. I can stay in bed all day just reading; finnish reading three books a day; spend purposeless moments sitting, looking out at the clouds through my window and listen to Coldplay or Sufjan Stevens.