One evening long long long ago, a giant lizard died. One day not so long ago, its bones were dug up and suddenly it was a dinosaur. One day at some point in time, a wolf gave birth to the first dog. Every night people go to bed a man, a mother, a wife, a husband, an immigrant or a worker and wake up a father, a grandmother, a widow, an ex-husband, a citizen or an unemployed.
People who don't like themselves feel trapped in who they are. I feel paralyzed in fear of changing. And, true to form, I feel trapped in feeling afraid of the change. I've accepted and to some extend embraced the fact that things and people around me change. But I am Me. I am God. What if I change, and then wake up one morning realizing I've become Not-Me - and by extension Not-God? What if I try to change and realize that I've lost the ability to? Or, horror of horrors, what if I become Not-God, and don't notice because I no longer can? I've seen the incredible powers human minds possess to shape themselves for whatever purpose; the power of manipulation, suggestion, hope, belief. It's like trying to trust every ant in an anthill.
All the little pieces that make up a "me", they're all necessary, right? Like the single stone that tips the scales, one piece might be all you need to remove to make the scales go the other way and suddenly I'm someone else. So what if I let my cramping fingers rest and go along some more with change, and then break one of those essential pieces? I wish I knew which pieces were required. Of all the things I love, if I lost them I would miss them but if I lost me I might not love them anymore, and for some reason that's so much worse. But things that stagnate rot and die. Lizards are alive and well, dinosaurs are dead.
If you were stranded on a deserted island, what single part of yourself would you bring with you?
I of recently also write slashfiction on Kpop (I will not be ashamed of this, it is fun! and great writing exercises too actually.) Click the link in this paragraph or look for the Slashfiction tag at the bottom to find it.
Everything is Copyright Me Forever. If you steal something I will force feed you all the food you like the most until you either throw up or explode, continually until you can never again even lay eyes on it without feeling sick to the bones. Or are dead from exploding. Whichever works better for you.
* Vanity, short, is one of the little attempts at writing short stories to symbolize the cardinal sins. The title story in Solomon is also one, but in Swedish.
*Jace, 10p, is a independant story set in the One World universe. Call it a love story, though it's more about the finer points of not loving. * About Love is roughly 50p, reminding a little about a theatre play but in novel form, about the things emotions sometimes makes us do to other people, and to ourselves. * Killeris a short story, 13p, about life, death, rooftops and reasons. * Tales of Ruins is roughly 100p, divided in five parts, together revealing the true story behind the destruction of Saehanna, could be called fantasy, and may require a miniscule of devotion to understand. Set in the One World universe.
* Vandraren, 6p, Swedish. A person walking down a road through the forest going past a house with a friendly family that is happy to take in guests. A harmless act of goodwill, depending what that road brings to their door. * Vanity, 4½p,take a trip inside my head, because fiction is all about bringing reality to its limits and exploring the possibilities of your own mind. * Solomonär det andra skrivprojektet sammanställt för skolan, nästan exakt lika som Diktsamlingen, men innehåller tre noveller istället för dikter ^^ * Diktsamlingenbestår av 17 dikter varav 16 skrevs hösten -07, och några illustrationer. Nu i efterhand känns en del av dem lite lätt mysko, but still good.