Death Becomes Them...

I hope you won't think me morbid, although it may be safe to say that I have a THING for tulips. Dead or alive.

I just thought I'd try to convey that even if they've shriveled up I still kind of think them beautiful. I'm amazed that the last thing they lose is their colour.

I think they look like a paper ballet.

A homecoming to remember

I came home from work the other day to find this lying coyly on my hall mat, and was so surprised that I laughed my head off.



(DÖDEN means DEATH in Swedish)



I suppose that either I have slightly morbid humour or that I've thought about death enough to not be perturbed when reminded of it. At any rate, it rocks to be a subscriber of a magazine concerned wholly with existential issues. :)

Plus it always seems to fortuitously drop into my mailbox whenever I'm in a slump and need a reminder of the bigger perspective in life. Existera Magazine, ladies & gentlemen. Gives you hope of a deeper meaning back, even if DEATH happens to surprise you by lying on your hall mat like a kitten one day.

Past issues have featured on their cover: Älskar dig (=love you), Idealkvinnan (=the ideal woman), Skräck (=fear), Snällhet (= Kindness) and Losers (=losers... swedish can be really easy sometimes, huh ;)