M
August 12, 2010

This is the city where M lives. He lives there without telling me anything, but I got it, because I already tried to find him in the city where we used to live ten years ago. He didn’t run and hide and I didn’t hide and seek. We just lived the slow motion of fast forwarded different videos in exactly the same player and exactly the same duration. He moved and I stayed. Footsteps flipped and flopped. He clicked and I clicked. The clock ticked and tocked.
I half thought about M for a half of duration of my half fast forwarded life.
This is the city where M lives. We didn’t meet. We were two dots of the millions ones, moving, and trying to get into the tube on time.
Sumar Ugla
June 3, 2010
Ég er ugla, sumar ugla
Ég er ugla, sumar ugla
Ég er ugla, sumar ugla
Ég er ugla, sumar ugla
Most of the time I draw myself as a bunny, but perhaps I’m an owl at heart. Such a tragedy because an owl eats a bunny and I start to feel like eating myself inside out. I put Rugla on repeat mode and think very patiently as if I had all time I’d need. I left my suitcase a half opened, and my books bookmarked. My ego makes me an owl at night. An owl; a summer owl, because I like the rain. And, if I die, I want to die with the fireflies.
I’m an owl
su-summer owl
Lately
April 28, 2010
Promise Me Then
March 18, 2010

Promise me we will go to see the geyser, stay for a while, and you will name your son Harrison.
Promise me I will have no worry about consuming sugar, drawing on the wall, missing my high-school friends, owning more camera, or running a little vintage bookshop.
Promise me you will graduate, and when I do, you’d clap the loudest, and wait for me with the cliché; bouquet of flowers. You would smile, so would the flower seller. Then the pavements would surely be full.
Promise me then.
Thanks
January 22, 2010

Thanks for letting me know that
it doesn’t have to be extraordinary
to be special
Thanks for letting me know that:
There will be sun, sun, sun

