Imortant little bits of plastic.

We sure put our belief in odd things sometimes.

What's it to ya, sharpshooter?

I was actually a competing shot when I was younger. This hasn't got anything to do with guns though. It's a streetlamp. (This is one of those pictures you better see in the original version without blogger's resizing. Click it!)

Weakest link.

We must get rid of the razors we hold against each other and form a single chain. We're all part of the same world.

Lives behind the curtains.

It's always fun to imagine what kind of lives people live. It could be anything.

Confused.

I think I've gotten a bit more confused over some important people in my life. I'll see if I can organise my thoughts by writing stuff down.

Mealy-mouthed.

I find it ironic that those who consider themselves the finder of objective truth, the academics, are often hesitant to express themselves.

Bottle'd.

It's hard to get the last drops of something out.

Streetlamp.

The mist lies heavy, and rain is in the air. A typical Swedish winter day.

Foolish machinery.

I am a fool, caught in a machinery of misery. I am a nice guy, but I'm starting to realise something many people have before me: when you put everyone else first, you end up last. I don't want to end up last anymore. I think it is time to start controlling the machinery instead of letting the machinery control me.

Hold on tight.

We all need things to hold on to. Especially when we're down a slippery slope.

W.

W!

Trying to catch a glimpse.

I'd like to find someone special now. A difficult task, of course.

An open cage frees the mind.

Happy birthday, mom!

On the highway, going where?

Sometimes it feels like you're going nowhere. You do your best, but it gets you nowhere. You try to help people, but it gets them nowhere. How do you know that you're not standing still if you cannot see any signs of improvement?

A spaceship this way cometh.

I wonder how long it is before we're able to fly regularly in space?

Walking the night without a tripod.

A so-so nightshot taken without a tripod. Forgot it at home - durr.

I seem to have been messing up a bit lately. I don't feel good at all today.

Missy Elliott.

On music. I've learned to appreciate music more and more lately. Not a fan of the hippety-hop Missy plays, but I can understand why some like her.

Carlsberg.

The best beer in the world?

No biking.

No biking. No matter - I have a flat tire anyway.

Tunneling out.

Good or bad, there is an end to everything. Everything fades away.