They say on facebook that it’s snowing in Stockholm. So I’m listening to Bob Dylans Christmas album (!) and drinking coffee, dreaming of glistening snow…Will there ever be snow in Malmö?
Today I’ll sketch a chapter for the book. There. Now it’s decided. I’ve been procrastinating for a while now… ’cause I’m uncertain about some parts of the story I think… Well, procrastinate I shall no more! Be gone with ye, foulness! And to work Frida, to work!
A cat in solitude
A cat black as night
So quietly she stands.
So quietly she walks (again, stands and walks rhyme in swedish…)
But why is she so gloomy?
Is it her solitude or something else?
Yes that question not even the most capable professor can answer
that’s something only she knows.