My father is big on persistence. Believe me I can be the most stubborn of my kind when it comes to life goals and what I consider to be right or wrong, but there are times when some sodding pricks would sashay into your life uninvited, and make your persistence or endeavour or whatever you call it so pointless that you end up taking a bow and walk the eff off.

My mascara is smudged at the corner of my eyes. A coworker told me something funny and I laughed till I cried. It wasn’t all that funny really, but I needed the laugh. 

I feel like crying at a lot of things lately: the sweet face of Toffee when she’s asleep, the lemon water drink I make myself in the evening, the hard cover of the book I’m currently reading…everything seems to be so beautiful that it breaks my heart. 

My childhood friends and I were fascinated about Laputa. We wondered what it must be like, we fantasised about our life up there. We believed there was a world other than this. 

A child is wailing in protest of separation from his mama. It’s the summer break and mama needs to work. The wailing takes on a crescendo but no, that belongs to the ambulance, the ambulance with its siren, waiting at the pier. Someone on the ferry got sick, probably because of the heat. 

If you see me now I’m in the colour black. My favourite colour is green, but that’s not how the world works. Maybe it’s intentional, so that by the time you kick the bucket, your soul is knackered, shattered, pulverised even, from all the compromises it had to make, from forcing itself to give zero fucks.

Who needs human babies when you have these kids to come home to? 

One of the most dispiriting hours of the week, as Saturday nears an end. 

The M&Ms.

I’ll write him a poem and he’ll send me photographs. Love letters exist in many kinds, and these are ours. 

Mr M gave me the moon this morning. I was so happy that I could cry.

Can I tell you something? I wish I didn’t have to be here.

All the makeup, dressing up, the constant race against time. Racing against time is a battle we’re destined to lose, but that doesn’t seem to stop us from encouraging it, celebrating it, as if conquering natural laws of physics is more important than genuine, lifelong happiness. 

I can watch this kulning video whole day, every day. Below is a quoted text from her interview with OffGridQuest.com

“My name is Jonna Jinton. Born, 1989.

“I moved away from the apartment and the Bell in Gothenburg in 2010 when I was 21 years old to settle in the small village Grundtjärn about 100 miles away. It is a village with 11 inhabitants. This was a huge step that changed my whole life, but it was a step in the right direction. I had felt choked by life in the big city, and longed to be away from traffic, shopping malls and noise…. away from the crowded city parks… to find real forests and gravel roads.

Once in my wood-heated cabin, I felt at home, and a calm appeared.  Suddenly I had everything I ever dreamed of…. everything I ever longed for, but was unaware it was that simple. Yes, it is that simple. Silence. Calm. Glassy lakes. Serene ponds. Fresh air. Sunsets. Chirping birds. Flower meadows.  Northern lights dancing in the sky. Millions of stars that light up in the pitch-black night. The changing seasons. Nature. It felt free.  Freedom to create. Surrounded by the endless forest hospital. Here began a long and bumpy journey that led me to where I am today.

I live here in my cottage in Grundtjärn with a dog and a cat…. with a camera and a studio… with dreams and ideas. I am a blogger, photographer, artist and lecturer.”