Cutting Ice to Snow

I have had two deep insights on this fine evening. Well, one of them deeper than the other.

The first one is that Efterklang has a song called ”Cutting Ice to Snow”. Now, what can be more of an acceptance of the genre journalists give you than this? Because what happens if you deconstruct ice? Snowflakes! Deconstruction. Plinky plonky scando music.

The other insight is perhaps a bit bigger and it goes as follows:

My things reflect me. I have over the last year managed to surround myself with beautiful things that make me happy. You look at my cup and you think ”that’s Sara’s cup”. You look at my plants and you think ”that’s Sara’s plant”. You look at my bedsheets and you think ”that’s Sara’s bedsheets”. All in all, you look at my room and you think ”that’s Sara’s room”.

But, although my things are me I am not my things. Doesn’t sound like rocket science perhaps, but it has been to me even if I’ve known it on the outside. Until now.

So, new plan is to reduce the amount of boxes already packed (and I still have some to go). I don’t need all this Stuff.

Hugs