
paperspåse/ selfportrait, june 07.
today I have freshened up my flickr account with a few snapshots from the last six months. untill my lap is up and running accordingly to my needs, quality is random as I merly use my cellphone for shooting.
...It`s snowing, the boy said. He looked at the sky. A single gray flake sifting down.He caught it in his hand and watched it expire there like the last host of christendom. (From Corman McCarthy, THE ROAD)

Happy Day Express.
With nearly every craftman and handyman out of my life, completing a one year around the clock reconstruction project of my apartment I am as happy as my all time favourite kiddie-star Little Marcy, the most persitant positive force to have surfaced since astroturf in the late fifties.
Happyness includes, being back on the net, an automatic dishwasher, volouptious deepfreeze, spacious doublebed, rooms for the kids, 2x3 parallel velux roofwindows, for ever in depted to neolibralism and on and on...goes the happy day express.
