notes of recent:
-Surreal moment: mentally disabled lady sweeping floors awkwardly whilst I sit at my desk decorated with flowers sipping coffee. It snaps me out of my blissful daze and I feel a kind of sadness (pity?)
-Orchestra seats. Main character looks like a girl I know. Beautiful light French drama. Everything sounds better in French.
-Smuggled Tunisian desserts. What my dad does for me
-Deutsch ? warum nicht?

When I grow up, I want to be a forester
Run through the moss on high heels
That’s what I’ll do, throwing out boomerang
Waiting for it to come back to me

When I grow up, I want to live near the sea
Crab claws and bottles of rum
That’s what i’ll have staring at the seashell
Waiting for it to embrace me
Fever Ray- When I Grow up.