We returned from Copenhagen to my father in Malmö night till sunday and stayed for more than a week more. A strange sort of vacation mayhaps, but methinkst good.
I like this picture 'cause it sort of accentuates how we are alike and unlike as father and son. Notice the eyecolour.
Im sort of childish and sometimes I really cant help myself.
Thinking. My wife can be silent for hours. Sometimes her words are so thoughtful the world seem to fade and I see this other reality, this beautiful reality, and I think she walks that reality, and the love these glimpses allows me feel makes me want to save the universe.
"To the Empire!" Eye-contact have always been important to my father. In my youth the only hairstyle he would not allow was hair hanging over the eyes; which ofcourse was my hairstyle of choise.