Sometimes I think

How amusing it is that people can't seem to let things go and exist in some gummy vat of self-justification and cries for validation. But as with dreams, I am reminded that everything annoying and scary is just me annoyed and scared by myself. Enough haunting of cyberland, time to clear my mind by sweeping leaves.

My piece for the SVT holiday show this year will either be widely panned or beloved by all. Or somewhere in the middle. Where are those leaves?