I wish I was a mountain or a lake.

Still visiting the other side.

Algorithmic thinking.

Jojagog äror soså gogloladod!
Foföror jojagog haror alolloltot.
Dodetot kokomom jojagog popå igogåror.

I really have a problem with the corners.

Behind the shield. The Earth has one flat side.

Floating, there is a distance.

Inside cave.

Cave, mountain (also called brain) (w.i.p)

Block, mountain.

I'll be back on Monday!

Now, all I can think about is food...

Today I saw beautiful things.

Taken by insects.

Insects, again.

Making insects for the very special luxury-poet Stefan Hammarén.
Dreaming of fantastic electronic equipment.

Baby insects pour Hammarén.

Something is missing, feel me - wrong distance. Brain not accurate.

My muscles. Rain rain rain - brain. I can see you.

Diamond fields. In my head it became a mountain.

Sharp objects pushing hard against my speed.
Walking.
Drilling.
There is one hole.